•⊱ wind of winter ⊰•

this piece isnt like my usual art. ive been struggling to find a reason for why i draw at all, and i feel like ive lost the reason i make art in the first place. none of my drawings inspire emotion in me anymore, and if they do, its only frustration at my lack of ability. all of the art/artists i adore cause me to feel great emotion. art is inherently an expression of the self. ive felt empty regarding my art for years now, and dont remember the last time i was proud of something. so, this was an attempt to create something that visualized how i see gale as a character. where he's alone, in solitude despite his circumstances, surrounded by the beauty of nature. i dont know— when i think of gale, i think of this. and that made me feel something.