An Eye For The Invalid

Humans have a tendency to grasp the constructs at the sunny side of the street. Harsh reality is deemed morbid and conversational taboo. Polite society wears its mule blinds, dyed pink, with an austerity as rigid as it is self-satisfying. It is what keeps us blind to ourselves, to our true nature. We are all invalids with a limited ability to input the whole of what is. This drawing measures roughly 6 by 4 inches in size. Our penchant for over valuing things large is because it actually visually simplifies the whole and devalues the minutiae. So is this another minutiae-ridden example of Original Jones Art? This invalid on the outskirts of Austin, Texas, thinks so.