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Marianne Cassidy

I'm working on a new written project. This is one of the characters. Unfortunately, she doesn't have a name yet. She's blind, as the title suggests. The blank white space represents the gap in her awareness. All that craziness outside the gap represents her perception of the city she lives in. I've never drawn anything this abstract before and criticism would be welcome. I did this completely in ballpoint pen. It took about three hours and I finished it at about one o'clock in the morning, by which time, my eyes were falling out o_O

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