•Ishan Project: 15/350•
He couldn’t understand how eyes that beautiful couldn’t see. In her presence, time is motionless. Rïden forgets he is on the run. Her father was the older East Indian man that had hid him and showed him so much hospitality. He proved to be like a cold drink of water to a man dying of thirst. Close friends, now family. Warm. Euphoric. As he looked out the window sipping his Chai on a beautiful sunny morning, Rïden caught a quick glimpse of a man with a mustard hooded cloak walking away. His skin started to crawl as this mysterious figure was appearing and disappearing between the trees at the edge of their property in slow motion. When the cloaked man finally departed, Rïden chuckled silently to himself at his paranoia.
For the next 7 days we’ll be discussing their story and the bleeding chair.
NETRA /Acrylic, Pencil, Charcoal, Pastel / 11″ x 9″