Many times, when drawing, the piece will take over and direct itself. This was just a profile of a wolf. Then, it became a piece of solitude. And last, it became an ethereal entity, a wolf god, taking a moment to think, wonder, or pause before moving on to bigger and better things than stardust. I didn't know that this would happen! It just did! Yet another wonderful thing about art. It's a chaos that seems like nothing until the final product emerges, and all the different facets of the evolution from the chaos can be seen. Or, at least, from the artist's view, and maybe to the viewer as well. It makes a piece seem more layered.

Speaking of layers, this was done in ink, marker, colored pencil, and some paint for accents on Mohawk paper and measures 3.5 by 2.5 inches