A long time ago I was in a very mixed up and difficult place. I drew this and some other things I fear are now lost to time. The flowers and colors had a lot of meaning then, and while I don’t recall it all offhand I know the sentiment was of feeling left behind, and grieving that sensation. It remains one of the things I’m most proud of art-wise, which still strikes as bittersweet. Art remains a strong way I translate and work through the heavier of my feelings, and I think sometime soon I need to make more of it.