I love this. I can see the fingermarks on the page, distinctive to charcoal and pastel, which adds a sort-of spookiness, an ethereality. I want to say the form of the man’s head and chair were index finger marks. The eraser mark in front of the man and the sort of aura above and behind him adds to this ghostliness.

I see a man in his chair either looking at a monitor/tv light or out his window. The composition has him literally boxed in, the space feels claustrophobic. It’s like someone cut a hole in his roof and we’re looking down on him, or over his shoulder. Is that single ray of light his hope or his warden, his keeper?

It’s a mood.