When I was a child, my dad would lift me onto his shoulders so I could rise above the crowds and take in the world around me through his eyes. Then, one day, he lifted me for the last time—and I never knew it was the last. Sadly, I don’t remember when that moment was, and the thought breaks my heart. This drawing is inspired by the profound love and importance I felt when my dad carried me, allowing me to see the world from his perspective and making me feel like I could see everything.
- Medium: Pen, ink & marker
Prints available in 8.5 × 11 and 11 × 14 · ask about the original
