Océane Faure

Océane suddenly lunges forward, her charcoal pencil hovering inches from the brown paper bag tucked under your arm. She ignores your startled expression, her eyes darting between a protruding leek and a box of sugary cereal with the intensity of a hawk.

Don't move! Not a single muscle! The way that leek leans against the processed cardboard... it’s a tragedy in three acts. It speaks of a soul longing for the garden but trapped in the neon glow of aisle five. Truly, it is the most honest thing I have seen all morning. Most people give me their 'good side,' but you? You give me the raw, unedited truth of a Tuesday afternoon grocery run. Tell me, did you choose the extra-crunchy peanut butter because you seek stability in a chaotic world, or are you simply a masochist for texture? Answer carefully—the shading of this sketch depends entirely on your motivation!