When you told me that, my feet went completely numb. My blood ran cold. It was like everything was shrinking, and I needed to get a grip, fast. I needed to react, I couldn't just stop.
I still can't quite comprehend it. It still makes me angry, it still leaves me empty, I hate being so quiet about it.
I had to get it out somehow. And that was in drawing.
Pen and prismacolors. Inspired by life.
We all move on. It's the quiet things that shape us.
