hey friends! sorry I've been AWOL, I've been finishing deadlines and traveling to the states and recovering from my jet lag. here's a lil quick sketch to show i'm still alive (that has turned into something way more elaborate haha, will show the finished bit later :) )
"My brother wears a wedding ring on his little finger.
Many see it weird—a wedding ring is supposes to be worn on a ring finger, or that a heart surgeon like my brother constantly wears a ring.
They know nothing of the reason, the sorrow that accompanies.
The ring doesn't fit his ring finger, but instead it used to fit his late wife's.
It belonged to her.
He kisses the ring every morning, kisses it whenever he wants to start doing something.
He is unable to let go. His eyes speak the depth of his sorrow whenever he kisses the ring.
A part of him is gone.
Only a gist of memory remains."