After my first day of classes, I discovered that things often happen at the worst possible time.
When I began the hundred drawings that day, all I could do was follow an obsession with documenting all the pictures I had of Tristan. Maybe because I know I’ll never get to take another. It seemed very important to me that I memorize every line from his face. I needed to know that part of him will stay with me. Hopefully, as I continue the process I can push myself to explore other subject matter, but for right now, this is how I think I’ll mourn.