They follow

About this artwork

I always feel that there is someone with me wherever I go. Mind you, not a divine presence, or a stalker or anything like that. It's just that never ending feeling of very realistic paranoia, that if I turn my head someone will be there, I know that there is no one, but the feeling stays. And there are always these shadows in the corners of my vision and they are always the same. Pale figures with haunting black eyes, often smiling with impossibly wide black smiles. I've gotten used to them over the years, so much so, that whenever I turn I'm just mentally preparing myself to see them. Because of this it was always impossible to startle me, I always expected something to creep up on me any moment. Does anyone follow you like they follow me? Charcoal