Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
I am always fascinated to see the different stages in a piece of art, and this is one really fabulous journey, from pencil sketch to raucous psychedelic color explosion. Check out Kat's creation. All right, people, that's it, I have to go to bed now.