if it's gone
what's left of me?
what's left of me?
I ask artists to not draw Chalk without asking me in advance or I tell them to. He is a very special character to me and not one I am exactly looking for art of. This is Chalk. He is a wandering dream. Continuously lost in a dream, searching for something worth dreaming about. Chalk, like his name signifies, is compared to compressed dust, coming apart with the slightest wave of a new dream. He'll meet all you dreamers, and float away before you can remember him. |