I always thought of myself as the kind of arist that didn’t paint much from emotion, that I’d just get a random idea and go with it, but that’s not always true.
I got this idea shortly after one of my best friends passed away.
It may look depressing, but I really like it. And knowing my old friend, he would’ve liked it too.
Now that I think of him, I don’t think about death anymore. I think of someone who lived his life fully, the way he wanted.

Here’s to Mandrak, the only man who could out-drink me πŸ™‚