there’s a reconciling we all must have with grief and creation, to be human is to experience the very things that make us wish we were anything but. It’s a gift, and to be an artist is to be able to transmute it into something that heals, both you and others. This poem, and this drawing, is my attempt at scratching it’s surface.

5×7 inches.
Original handwritten poem,
India ink on archival paper. 
Artist signature on the back.
Ships unframed, and prefers to be framed with a mat. :)