Otherwise known as Jastro.

My family is tight, we’re small and only have each other.  So when the day came that the family traveler finally made the decision to do what the rest of us could not, I wanted to give him a parting gift to remember home. The ensuing illustration is really something only he would find meaning in.  At one point a group of ten people stood staring at is collectively for over twenty minutes, dissecting every line, relating every form to my brother.  Each was right, but each was also terribly wrong.  The idea was to be sure they would always ask questions, wonder…why?  Because that is who and what he is, a person mulling that very question over, day after day. Godspeed Jastro.