Unraveling by Meg Lyman
8×10″ gouache and ink on Canson
I’m not sure what happens when it runs out of yarn. A disembodied but cuddly yarn-squid head? A rip in the space-time continuum?
Actually, I don’t want to know.
A commission for a “yarn skein” squid, all nestled into a basket and knitting itself a new arm.