"Where did that come from?"

Sometimes I make a sketch, like the one shown above, and I don't verbalize in my head where I am going with the imagery. It happens wordlessly and unexpectedly.

Consciousness is an amazing thing. When I finished with the drawing shown on this page, I thought, "Where did that come from?"

I still don't know what to make of it. It could be the prompt for an interesting story. Is the man looking into some sort of terrarium? Or is he some kind of transcendent godling peering over his creation?

The little home in the lower right corner reminds me of SpongBob's house. I'm not sure if that was an influence or not. But I enjoy looking back at this sketch.