Possible last graphic in the next Traveler book

I’m getting very close to being ready to put together what I’ve been working on for the last months. it’s been really challenging this time. Not the drawings. Not the writing. That all came out like it always does. Just the faith in my work. That it matters. A reason for continuing. Waking my heart back up. Healing it. Finding myself again after damage. But I realized that so much does not matter. Life is absurd. It really doesn’t matter what I do. We assign meaning to things. What is meaningful to me now after everything?

love matters. And I love these characters. They are me. And if I breathe life into anything, it will be love. It’s all we have at the end of the day.

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