Ever After

Once upon a time there was a confused little boy wondering what he had done to deserve feeling the way he did. The longer he looked for an answer, the more he lead himself down a hole that would take years to get out of. Eventually he realised the pain was there to stay. If he couldn’t make it go away he would try to live with it. At least for a while.

Years passed and the boy grew into a man. Someone who managed to get his pain under control. But every once in a while he’d feel it again. Like cold steel piercing his bleeding heart. No matter how high he built his walls, they were never high enough, the arrows never missed their targets.

Eventually he learned that the only way out of this mess was to let it all out the only way he knew how, putting pen to paper. Written words became drawn images which in turn became stories he was otherwise too afraid to tell. At least this way he was putting it out there without having to actually say anything out loud.

These intimate illustrations became a way to break down those walls he had built over time. A way of taking apart  the arrows that had already hit his tiny little heart, while dodging the ones still being shot.