Adrian the Mystic

Coloured pencil.

Dedicated to the memory of my bf´s father, who passed away over 25 years ago. For some time now I´ve been hearing so many memories and snippets of a life long gone, but still so vivid. I have gone through a box of yellowing photos, somehow continuously getting closer to a person I never met nor will. His death was nothing but an utter tragedy, unexpected and devastating to a small family who needed him so. It always reminds me of the horribly uselessness of the loss of our loved ones, and what may seem nothing more than a name or a scribble in an obituary, means a lifetime of grief to others.
So be kind and take care of each other.