There’s a moment when you make eye contact with this duck—something shifts. You realize it knows more than it lets on. Maybe it’s judging you. Maybe it’s just waiting for snacks. Either way, it holds its gaze like it’s been through enough critique already.
Drawn in what might generously be called “loose” inkwork, the form walks the line between anatomical sincerity and stubborn suggestion. It refuses over-explanation. It exists. It dares to be framed.
“Doodle Duck” isn’t here to impress. It’s here to persist. As minimalist as it is mildly accusatory, it forces you to sit with it—and maybe yourself—for a beat longer than you expected.
Some pieces scream for attention. This one just stares until you blink first.