03/14/2026
living for the girl i was.
life hasn’t been kind lately. injustice, corruption, hate, violence, and apathy clouds my feeling heart. the day a huge plan of mine changed, my Grandmother died.
i was tasked with curating a slideshow of pictures, going through the iPad we just gave her the month before. She had screenshotted every artwork i posted on here. (see 2nd to last pic)
yesterday, Fri the 13th, I was attacked by a dog I was bringing home to safety. it feels like no matter the kindness or gentleness I want to offer, the universe bites (literally) me back. (but i still try)
Long-windedly, this is me saying light has been hard to find this year. The memories I have of drawing at my childhood desk, warm lamp illuminating my scattered papers, keep me going.
Because if anything, I have Art. I have characters, people, colors, & stories to draw. None of them will go to my Grandma ever again. But I can keep drawing because,
that’s what Little Me always wanted.
