Strength
drawn November 2019, ink on paper
To be honest, drawing this was a wonderful but surreal experience. On the day I drew this, I woke up afraid and discouraged about my progress toward my dreams, anxious at my inability to consistently “produce produce produce! Sell sell sell!” and at my lack of effective strategy. I stood in my living room and decided, just for that day, fuck it, I’d draw what I was called to as if nothing was riding on it except itself. And so I went into a trance for the day and this awaited under my hands as I came out of it. Trippy.
Both women and lions are symbols of bravery to me. Lions are so to me by fame and fable, and women are so to me by experience and my bearing witness. My higher self was calling for me to be as brave as life in the savannah, as tranquil as its landscape, sturdy like a baobab tree that gained its nourishment from its sunrise.