My mother is terminally ill, and my future circumstances uncertain. So, I think I’d like to post my thoughts and sketches from over the years.

These are the doodles that actually happened while I was planning to create great works of art, be somehow successful, and ultimately provide a happier ending to mum’s life than its abusive beginnings.

My mother is my best friend, my only close family, and my companion in introspective enquiry in our efforts to grow, find strength, and reach for something better in this life that has been overburdened with shared health issues and depression.
We entirely healed our relationship, and became so in tune that It feels a bit like losing my twin.

I can’t imagine life without her.

Well, sorry if these posts are boring or odd lol. They were never intended to be seen.