Earlier, I was reading a book on Otto Dix and his experiences in the First World War. I had a doodle I’d started yesterday with swirls of red. I looked at it after reading the book, and saw a man in desperate fear within the swirls. I tried to turn what I saw into what you see. I kept the eyes I’d seen in the red swirls and put them behind the mask of the man advancing in a cloud of poison gas.
Here’s a close-up