A man – perhaps, an apparition – is directing a blank gaze, likely in conversation with another, simply, listening. As he returns to the field, he begins to issue a warning to the other. A curse. That will befall and imprison all.
 
Continuing with the exploration of how I’m handling light, line, and shadow. I mean it when I say it just keep getting more interesting. In this one, I’m seeing how much volume a space can have without there being any strongly delineated lines or forms. This is an approach I’ll definitely have to return to.