Hobo Moon Cartoons (2021)

The hands that once pointed in every direction Have failed to move since she gave it away, And though the band is much to tight, He still wears it every day. It helps him to remember that moonless night. That night he tried to make her stay. Losing himself in his own reflection, He remembers the words that she used to say, The sweet reverberation, Trembling from her lips in exasperation. Eyes lost in a distant fading memory, Like fog dissipating with the arrival of the day, He stares at his watch, Waiting, For those hands Hoping, To continue Stuck in the past, Their ritualistic dance. Those hands.
I’ve been on the road the last week enjoying the wilderness before the tourists start mucking it all up again so I haven’t been able to post anything in a little bit. This is one of the drawings I did on the road. I hope you enjoy this and the new Looney Tunes Cartoons episode I posted. Thanks for watching HMC!
A surreal portrayal of learning to cope with loss.
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New 2020 illustrations!
A collection of drawings, sketches, and doodles created by artist Hobo Moon and compiled into an easily accessible portfolio. Please enjoy, and thank you for watching Hobo Moon Cartoons!