For my niece, Kennedy.
// Tools: Pen, Illustrator, Photoshop, Pen Tablet //
Things we think we know about a person, relative to what we think we know about ourselves, relative to what we think we know about the world.
Ghosts, judging ghosts, judging dust.
So I stopped trying to answer their questions.
Even better, I stopped trying to explain myself to myself.
I built my own monolith in a field.
Mountains from dirt.
Incredible for no reason, and to no person.
Winds in any direction still lift, after all.
So tell me, what’s the difference.
Better yet, don’t.
Stephen Hawking said that man made meaning up, and that it doesn’t really exist. He did stop to appreciate the fact that humans even tried though, and I like to agree. That squirrel running around in your backyard has the same retirement plan we do, so I’ll try to feel as comfortable. Relax, smile or don’t, think good things about people, you know… If your burden gets too heavy maybe I could carry it for a little while. Everyone will have one friend as long as I’m alive anyways.
This is an illustration I made in reference to a photograph my father took, and the caption he used to describe it. It’s the first time I’ve hand drawn artwork in vector form. You can see my dads original blog post here. All in all I’d say it took about two hours to make, all while watching old Michael J. Fox movies.