The Bison

I picked up a pen.
Let the ink do what it does—bleed a little, wander a little.

Lines over perfection.
Movement over meaning.

This one…
It’s not just a bison.
It’s weight.
Stillness.
A quiet kind of power you feel before you name it.

Drawn by hand.
Dip pen. Black ink. No shortcuts.

 
Ships as the artwork only, unframed, ready for the frame of your choice.