It’s been a hard few weeks. I am exhausted. And when I’m exhausted, all I want to do is crawl under the soft covers of my bed and listen to Sufjan Stevens (particularly this song on repeat).
But even on the hardest days, I try to draw. My work usually feels less poignant and not worth sharing when I’m in this space. But in the spirit of imperfection, here’s a peek behind the curtain.
To start, a few pages from my friend Kam’s recent visit to Seattle:
