The Ghoul

The Ghoul stands there and smiles. And smiles and smiles and smiles. He never is in your way, stepping aside or standing behind. But he is never far, with glistening metal tearing you of his limbs. You feel threatened but are never threatened. And sometimes you even forget he is there. But he is never far, turning around you seem him, emaciated, angular. And smiling sharply.

  • Drawn with pencil then inked with Micron pen and painting with watercolor

  • 9″ x 12″