Lines. I love lines. I also love his attitude. Whenever I stumble upon this in my very old but very good sketchbook, I have to stop and stare. I thought about coloring this, but I can't bring myself to touch it again, for fear of ruining it. I think of this guy as sort of like Oggie from Nightmare Before Christmas. I also start to think of very devious jazz music when I stare at it for too long. One can only assume that he's racing off to the graveyard on the hill to snatch up lost and confused souls. Or maybe he just really likes engraved marble. Also, sorry it's a bit blurry. This picture is still in my spiral bound sketchbook, so scanning was a bit awkward.