This drawing took longer to complete than any other work I’ve made, spanning seven months. There is a reason for that. The last seven months have felt like an entirely different chapter of life, beginning with physical health struggles that gradually spiraled into mental health challenges. It became a relentless attempt to balance survival, stability, and the desire to keep creating.

Like all my drawings, I began without knowing where it would lead. If I had known what was ahead, I might not have believed it myself. This work speaks to panic attacks rooted in the fear of health failing, to the disappearance of passion, to the expanding void of meaninglessness, and to family members doing their best to support someone while watching them unravel.

The drawing has existed beside me as I moved into, and eventually out of, a tunnel that felt as surreal as a fever dream. Yet here I am, slowly reclaiming passion, sanity, health, family, and perhaps a little meaning along the way.