When I first started drawing this it was supposed to be about how draining it can be when life pulls you in different directions.
But when I finished, I realised how much it kinda looked like a young black boy and how much the arrows looked like blood and the directions where life could have gone
Then I remembered Ferguson and all the places where black men are target practice.
Then I just had to stare at the drawing and wonder…
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