Abigail Liebhart, Dimming, 2020, Prismacolor on cardboard.
This drawing is about death. Not the kind that hits you like a bus, but the kind that drains the light out of your eyes. The kind that sits down in a room with you and stares you in the face. The kind that makes you so angry because you know you have no control. The kind that makes you laugh because its absurdity feels like a joke. The kind that makes you lose hope. If you know this death, you know pain.
