William the great white shark

Predator is the word on my mind when I started sketching a great white shark.

Grey and blue scraps cobbled up most of the body. The materials didn’t come together well, splitting and stretching in an unpredictable manner. So does the personality.

The formidable shark in my mind was no where to be seen. Instead, he is a boy vulnerable like the discarded scraps he is patched up of.

He wants to be loved not feared.

Back home in the waters, he only swims backstroke so others will have a chance to know him.

Under his belly, seen only when he stands up to say goodbye, reads—please stay.

I call him William.