Glimpse of mortality on a foggy morning near the heathThis drawing seemingly dissolves into the paper it is drawn on. The brush stroke of the longest rings of the drawing fade into whispers of their own self. Some of the memories made me return to the nucleus of the drawing. But some didnt. Life was here before us and it will be here after us. It is ones own mortality we should be aware of. It cant be escaped. 145x99cm 57x39in Sumi ink on acid free, hot pressed paper. 200g Signed and Stamped (as seen in