Old sketch revisited, personal/folio piece.
This also won a spot in the 'Infected By Art Vol. 6' Artbook.
It's an image of a seemingly ravaging colossal figure, derived from the Greek God of the Sea; Poseidon, who emerges from the depths of the ocean. He brings with him the darkness of the skies, the swaying of the seas, and the quaking of the earth for each steps he take.
This was, at the time, a manifestation of my bittersweet relationship with art. Despite its pleasant effects, lingers the unnerving feeling of not being able to embrace its uncontrollable, often, irrational nature inside. I felt as though, surfacing from the deep, I found myself bursting with new ways to do more works, however I carry within the chaos that detach me from doing so.
I think I'm getting a hang of it now.