I never believed the word “talent” applied to me in art.
Last night at a family dinner, my aunt said “you look happier”.
It was then I realised I’ve actually never had a happier time in my life, and I had to have someone tell me for me to notice it.
tl;dr on how I ended up being an illustrator and the way I am
I just died a little inside.
This actually hurts me.
The last kid is my hero. He’s our last hope for the future.
The last kid gives me hope ♡