Cyclical Butterfly is the visual representation of my existential dread and relief--everything is connected, time is cyclical, nothing matters but everything does--ugly and beautiful and unimportant and precious all at once. As I approach my mid twenties I'm feeling the weight of having a physical body and a finite amount of time within it, life is so long and so short at the same time and for a while I have been trapped within the mindset that I haven't achieved what I've wanted to achieve yet, I'm falling behind, and I'm running out of time. This illustration started coming together when I started thinking differently--my best work is yet to come, my happiest moments are yet to come, I have no idea what the next year or decade will hold for me and the only thing I can control is whether or not I fight it. The trees and the planets and cosmos don't care if I'm making good art, I'm doing okay just by existing and loving and being happy regardless of what I can't control or anticipate.
