Ink on Bristol.
I've always loved the 1986 The Fly, and had recently watched the 1958 version. Something always drew me to these movies, more than just the horror aspects. As an adult I realize that it's the completely doomed love story of both. I seem to gravitate to "fucked up love stories" without realizing it. Something in the subconscious I suppose. I wanted this one to be looking at his wedding ring, contemplating the end of his marriage. In the movie of course the left hand is transformed and his right just has a regular ring, but I'm exercising what they call artistic license here. He's wearing his wedding ring on the right hand, because the left is no longer a viable option. Hey looka me, I'm romantic!