Lost in Communication

There's such a lot of things that the Web can't convey. When we're past the point of skypeing, twittering, typing texting chatting webbing there ought to be the point where we actually meet; sit still together, dancing without moving; now finally we can say the most important things and mean them, and say those that can only be said without words.

Those moments when we actually meet are becoming sadly scarce. With lonely souls in mind, the Artist (who does have a heart too, believe it or not) made this little piece above, Lost in Communication. The resulting vision -- albeit originating from private depths -- seemed universal somehow in these webbed days...

...and is thus for sale: One might have it vastly above mini here -- or even buy the original. The latter might want a little cutting and matting (down to seven by seven inches or so) freshly baked as it is. The usual tech; here you see pencilling and inking.

Quite as usual, too, I gave the perpetual canvas Nipponiana a new dash of je ne sais quoi -- Hiragana, Kanji and the beautiful lot. I don't really know what they say, but perhaps they are lost too, and want to know what Real Life might hold beyond words and emoji.