Under the Full Moon

This started out as a sketch, because for the first time in a while I was itching to draw and Photoshop decided to be nice while I worked on this one. Though even though it started out as just some doodle to get outta my head I look at it now and I think of the many nights I sit up alone and think, remember, or simply relax.

What kind of thoughts could she thinking? Or what kind of memories is she cherishing? Happy memories, bad thoughts... whatever it is, it isn't until the end of the day where we usually sit and contemplate the most.

Artwork (c) Justina Narine