Peekaboo with a wandering eye emerged over many days. Most of the time my art will come to be right away, and other times, images just whisper to me. Those drawings or paintings lay around for days or weeks or even a few months, although rarer. They silently stare at me, and I stare back at them, and I'm not sure what they'll become. Sometimes they tell me in a burst and other times they emerge slowly, bit by bit. This critter was one of those creepers. And I like its sweet creepiness.