Part 2 of drawing what I see while incredibly high to (medically) treat my depression:

I didn’t do the image in my head justice, but when it popped into my mind I found it very uplifting….the idea of the circle of life…how we come from the past and nourish the future when we leave. And then halfway through drawing it I thought maybe it was too macabre…seeing death in even the most innocent things.

But in the end I think it’s both.

We are light. We are dark. We are whimsy. We are grave. We are all of it, wrapped up together, and if you look at it in just the right way, we are magic.