Paspatel

Sometimes I write.

[paspatel]

In Soho's heart, daylight casts long shadows on the pavement, revealing the haunting presence of the nameless: spectral figures, faces obscured, a spectral dance with the city's forgotten souls.

[paspatel]

“These two layers somehow share the same space, the dark matter skirting the human matter. As if the person's shadow tried to escape, or consume, his or her body.”

The illustration is part of a project that I am writing with my friend FabioAlencarArt. ​