These are sketches I drew after the Sandy Hook killings. It hurt so much I didn't want to draw what I was feeling, but knew I had too. What happened can't be ignored, that's why I'm sharing them on my blog.
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| charcoal, ink and horror |
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| I continued to sit at my table in the morning, not knowing what to draw. I saw all these pieces of my life with my children that would normally end up int he recycling bin or garbage, and realized how important they would all be if my children were murdered. How these little scraps of life have such an intense value now. |
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| Snowflakes, we are supposed to make snowflakes. I will continue drawing and keeping these snowflakes in my heart and soul and try not to let them melt. |
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