The texture in this piece is fantastic. Gradation from light to dark is spectacular. The change in texture is well done. I can almost feel the pores of the paper through my computer screen, which, when it happens is a joy for me personally to experience. This may be my own Thick headedness, but I'm assuming the image displayed is supposed to portray a metaphor or be a symbol for the pressure that people can experience from uneasiness and how it can be burdensome and weigh them down. At least thats my personal interpretation. In all, the piece is splendidly done. The artist should be proud of what they executed.
Sinuous, yet burdened and sluggish, I am reminded of the crumpled silk of a parachute, denied flight, and instead encumbered, listless and grounded.
This piece has presence, and balance - and while composed and laid out in a balanced and thoughtful manner, the ink set in place with confident and patient attention, in particular I offer this critique based not on execution, but on the simple fact that this piece invoked an emotional response in me before an intellectual one, an emotion and reaction given before words are formed to explain them.
When art in any form manages that, for me anyway, that is the purest feeling I can experience from any creative endeavour - whether my own, or someone else's.
I think no human being can have the real perception of how great this is without getting to see this piece in the real physical dimensions. This is the type of art that would perfectly fit in any organized and cozy living room, old or modern, small or large.