I posted this on my weekly artwork substack at present however I do know not everybody subscribes, so I believed I’d share it right here in case it wants to seek out the appropriate individual.
For those who’re right here you’re in all probability my buddy (even when we’ve by no means met) and also you in all probability know that I battle with melancholy. And perhaps you do too. Possibly proper now you’re battling life, or mercury-in-retrograde, or hormones, or the lies that psychological sickness whispers. You aren’t alone. However you’re cherished. And wanted. Even if you happen to don’t see it.
I drew this image awhile in the past however my head didn’t work effectively sufficient so as to add the phrases I wished. So I saved it and performed with it, including phrases and colours digitally however by no means in actual life as a result of I wished it to be excellent and I used to be afraid to fuck it up.
However (like me, and also you, and the world) it by no means was meant to be excellent.
So at present I sat down and wrote my phrases on my drawing, and it was far too lengthy and rambly however it wanted to be written. I wanted to put in writing it…and to consider it.
I took so lengthy to complete it that the pen I’d used for the drawing had run out of ink and so the phrases I wrote had been darker, with a brand new pen that mismatched the drawing. They had been imperfect. I hate my handwriting. I misspelled a phrase and might’t return and repair it as a result of that is ink. However all of that is half of what’s going to make me bear in mind this particular drawing…these emotions…these flaws that make me human…this reminder that life is price ready for.
All of this to say…I hope you keep. I hope you reside totally. I hope you know the way necessary you’re. I hope you see the miracle that’s you. I hope you eat the sweetest orange.
