Cottonwood

When moving to a new town, in the middle of nowhere, completely by yourself, it's good to take time to reflect. Sometimes that looks like reading a book, meditating, just sitting in silence, or painting a picture of a person with a pointy nose whose arm is snapping at the wrist. this person's torso could become a bottom jaw of a larger, more unseen head in the background whose eyes are blocked out by the powerful aura of our original pointy nose boi. A diamond appears, encapsulated by the frame on nonsense surrounding itself. There are clouds in the distance.