Suspension

ballpoint pen, colored pencils, color corrected on photoshop

Very recently, at the wake of this hopeful year, I experienced disappointment, fear and sadness like I never have before. It didn’t last very long.  You could say, I overcome. But at that dark moment, instead of letting the negative give birth to depression, I drew. Yes. I picked up a pen and drew.

I actually haven’t done that in a long time because I almost always go digital, so the change was quite pleasant. What I created is not what I’d call awesome. It’s far from perfect but I’m pretty glad I did it. Somehow, the heaviness I felt eased. The tightness in my chest loosened, as if some negative energy from inside me was released through the ink of my pen and onto the paper on which I drew.

I tend to write songs when I’m sad and make art when I’m happy. It’s freeing to know that my hurts can also be healed through the strokes of the pen.

Kayo, I dedicate this to you. You know what it means.