Drifting elemental self, snuggling deeply into self-comfort.
They are somehow in between being weird, wonderful and crappy. The theme is just getting those flowing wordless emotional imageries and abstract thoughts to transmit from my mind down to my pen stroking across the pages. It's relaxing, therapeutic, and purposeful. I don't draw these to please anybody. They just appear. And after the average 10-30 minutes of scribbling, I would look down at the page, trying to fathom those confident black lines. Reading it like a poem secretly jotted down in a diary, like a smile across a face, like a lilt in a voice.
Who are the characters? It could be me, it could be a specific facet of me, it could be an idea, it could be anything and anyone. But they were all born from this place in my heart.