Book of souls.

It's a bit silly that when you do art for a living, people think you don't do emotional labor, but man, I've drawn for a guy who was planning to gift his gf an anniversary gift and she passed away in the middle of me drawing it for them, I've drawn for a woman who wanted me to draw her daughters oc and she randomly dropped "It's my last gift for her because I've been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor". I've drawn rabbits, cats and dogs as memorial pieces for people and their beloved pets, I've drawn dnd group shots for sessions that lasted years, Now coming to an end because the dm died. I don't know. It feels so, immense to be a part of people's lives like this. I have cried so many times because people were cruel to me over commissions, but I have cried harder because people were kind to me. I wonder if the art helped. Even a little. I hope it did.

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That's it