Three figures standing in a line like suspects who refuse to look guilty. Charcoal bones and grid ribcages on a pale blue wash, each one wearing a crown of thorns that could be a halo if you squint. The centre figure reaches out with hands too big for its body, red head blazing. Raw black lines, red slashes, and the kind of drawing that looks like it took five minutes but carries the weight of everything that came before it.
