Just two more drawings.
I am getting a little bit better at drawing faces. Eventually, they may actually look humanoid!
It started as one of the geometric interpretations of a sock, like the earlier post with a lightbulb. Then, I decided to add more socks to make a circlular thing, to make it more illustrative of the poem in the previous post. Then, more lines were added and some triangles shaded. Now I no longer know what it is, but it could be a washing machine door. Maybe.
Here is a poem about reincarnation and death and socks that I threw into the washing machine.
I wrote it while sitting in front of the washing machine watching everything spin and I thought of how sad those socks must be. Stains on shirts are like memories and the washing machine brutally and violently rips these memories away from the beings. It is a sad thought to think. I was crying as I wrote this. One sentence in this paragraph is a lie and it is not this one.
They threw me into the machine
Smothered with others of my kind
They set the evil thing in motion
And it shook and it spun
And then the water started pouring in
The dreadful water
It had the bubbles that stung
Oh no oh god
I feel the door open and they pull me out
The world is bright
I know not my past
But I rise with sparkles to greet the world.