A friend of mine was tragically killed recently in a random act of gun violence. He was an artist. His works were all over the place and left a solid legacy for people to remember him by. The ultimate expression of his beautiful soul, captured in perpetuity.
I’ve decided to start doing some art so I can leave the world a better place than I found it. So I need to learn to draw.
Shit’s hard yo
What a nice sentiment! It is a lovely way to honor your friend. It’s also therapeutic on a personal level, in my experience. A relative of mine died very young from an aggressive cancer. He liked to write high fantasy fiction. I like to write it, too. Every time I do, I think of him. It’s a way to help carry him into the future.