Troubled Son page 13

11x17 • mix media, ink wash + hand-cut balloon work

No subtlety here.
Just Gwenom, claws out, smashing through the panel like a reckoning.

This is the page where metaphor becomes mayhem—
and all the quiet reflection gets leveled by the arrival of what’s been chasing you.

And yet, at the bar:
calm.
A cigarette.
A cat.
And a single line:
"I think she is here."

Original art available now.