Seeing through Blinds

I drew this fast, to avoid the image becoming 'nice'. The lines cut across each other like breath during a cold winter, because I prefer that. The blinds on the right aren’t just there to hide what’s outside. They also break the world into straight pieces I can handle. small bits of world that I can manipulate and close, safer than a whole world. On the left is me staring as a ghost or a memory. Eyes holding everything together but separated, watching through the fractures of my life. It's me, seeing through blinds.