I created this pencil drawing last year while in the very rawest part of my grief. It was at a time when I finally lost all hope for a child of my own, and with that I have found that all of my hope in general have disappeared.
It was a pretty dark time and it felt like a very big part of me had died, so death was what I wanted to draw. I get most of my inspiration from the natural world; I find that, even in death, there is great beauty. There is also enormous comfort to be found in nature if you're grieving. I realised that whenever something dies, something else always comes to life. Nature is relentless and continues whether or not we want it to, and whether or not our hope is gone. It is unstoppable - there will always be new life and it will always die. I found great comfort in this idea.