So many changes in the past month—none of them easy, many of them painful. The loss of my dad has left us stumbling, trying to find some stability in our new lives. His sudden absence has made us all huddle together closer than ever, receiving comfort from each other's strength and the prayers of so many.
This process of grief is difficult and exhausting—some days I can barely get out of bed, let alone pick up a pencil and create. I've decided to illustrate one of my favorite books, A Wrinkle in Time, as a therapeutic project. Like they say: no matter what, make good art (or at least, a bobble-headed bell-bottomed little Charles Wallace).