Another drawing from a sleepless night:
I began the drawing by simply squiggling a dark spot just left and up a bit of center. The squiggles began to take on the shape of a tornado funnel curving around itself. At one point the man on the left appeared. As I developed his features, the funnel disappeared and the woman on the right stepped into the picture. The hours passed and I grew weary enough to fall asleep. It was 3 am.
Drawn with a no name fountain pen, fairly fine point, and Noodler’s Black Ink. It is, basically, one continuous line. There are a few skips here and there when I lost concentration. This is the first time I attempted to keep one line going from beginning to end.