Ok, so a comment in another book of mine mentioned maybe posting some of my own art, so... here goes somethin', I suppose! Please don't judge too harshly, some of these are from when I was twelve. I'm twenty-one at the time of starting this book, an...
This one is close to my heart, drawn about 6 months after my birth mom passed away, at church camp. We weren't close, exactly, but I still loved her very much, and it sent me into a deep depression after she died. Notice one of the "scars" on the wings says murderer. I was 17, and the family decided I was old enough to help in the decision to take Mama off of life support. In the months after, it felt like murder, even though I knew she had been 90% brain dead for a week beforehand.
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This is from the following Christmas, as she had passed on December 13th a year prior. Have you ever heard the Christmas story at a funeral? Not the pastor's best decision. The band moms sent flowers to my house.
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