
"A large iron anchor withstanding the corrosion of the sea and scornful of the barnacles and oysters that harass the hulls of ships, sinking polished and indifferent through heaps of broken glass, toothless combs , bottle caps, and prophylactics into the mud at harbor bottom- that was how he liked to imagine his heart. Someday he would have an anchor tattooed on his chest."
The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With the Sea, Yukio Mishima
This book is beautifully written but sorta dark and disturbing. I don't recommend it. lol
But ever since I read it I wanted to draw my version of this boy that's in it.. and who is actually meant to be around twelve years old... hahah oh well.
His leg is really in the wrong position.
And a lonely shepherd.









