When we boarded the plane for Rome, I was in a bad place. I hated the way that I drew, hated the projects working on, and had come to dislike the very act of drawing.
So I was fleeing the country.
In Florence, I learned to draw for pleasure again. Just for fun. Just to relax, to take it all in, without worrying about making a 'good' drawing. After our month there, I couldn't look down a street without wanting to draw it for the naked joy of making marks. That's the most important thing I brought back from Italy.
In Venice I decided to draw comics for a living. I got up early every morning to draw and paint with Natalie. During this drawing, I realized that if I wanted to draw comics every day. Forever.
And I decided to do it.
These are a few of the artists that helped me through recovery.