BEHIND THE PIECE
The story.
Black and graphite, for those who consider midnight a perfectly reasonable hour for an entrance. Miso slips between gold and black in barely raised relief, her slender dark tail following discreetly behind. She wears a polished feline helmet: red at the seams, cyan about the eyes, thoroughly unavailable for small talk. Acid-green and red light trace the soles, providing sufficient illumination to inspect the household staff. At the heel, MIZO is written with rather more feeling than the neighbours had requested. OUT OF PRODUCTION, naturally. One cannot be expected to share everything.