It’s been quite a rough start of the year…
Health problems, career crossroads, the usual familial drama.
This question hasn’t resonated with me any louder than it did when I crossed the first quarter of my life roughly a month ago - with a sizzle rather than a bang my younger self would have expected.
I’m sure I have it better than most and even having the luxury of asking the question is a blessing in itself.
But when you’re walking a road less travelled, if you’re trying to be different - you can’t help but ask whether you’re a train speeding along the right but rather unconventional track… or if you’re so off-track that you run out of steam.
I’m sure a phase is all it is and I may likely just be passing along a long dark tunnel… I just hope it ends soon.
And no, if you’re reading this you’re not alone. And you’re okay. Were okay. We shall endure, and if you ever begin to ask this question again one morning or one tiring afternoon at your desk or while sipping that hot cup of tea after a long day… having the chance to ask this question - means you’re well on your way.
“I choose him.”
Just a quickie sketch while watching the latest Woody Allen film.
Words and illustration by moi.
Lettering by my good friend Berry.
Been a while… and since my tablet is still out of the woods, I’m borrowing my boyfriend’s for the time being.
I forgot a bit about how therapeutic art can be and determined that maybe I should (hold my bf’s tablet hostage and) draw more - before all the stress make me burst.