Life is not the party that we expected. The end of the world is happening constantly like a sad background music to hopeless scenes of flavorless trauma. My favorite person in the world died in my arms a month ago, I held his head on my knees, yelling in the night, the night died too as the ambulance arrived, and living will never be the same for me again. There is nothing better left to hope for, yet we used to be ferocious beasts of hope.  I have so much to write about, and I definitely owe him that much. I want to honor his memory. And given that he had so much faith in me, I choose to do what I planned on doing for so long. I've been drawing every day, even if it was just a little. But it takes time, and I need support, I hardly get by. Any donations on this platform are appreciated; I also accept commissions, sell prints, and I am open to do events like workshops, live painting, classes, name it. I make dreadlock extension sets to order, and many other things, so please write to me if you need artistic assistance of  any kind, I'll be happy to answer your requests. Life isn't the party that we hoped for but since we're here, maybe we should dance.