**TW: mention of heroin addiction**
This is a throw back to my art school days.
I drew this for a drawing class I took at the College of Visual Arts in St.Paul, Minnesota back in 2012-13. The school ended up closing the year after I attended. This was my second year of college, but my first year at a private art school. The year before I attended the University of Minnesota Duluth, where I was majoring in fine art. I decided to switch schools because the art program wasn't what I imagined it to be and I thought an actual art school would help me grow more as an artist. It was a very sad and disheartening moment when I learned of the schools eventual closing.
It was after this school year that I fell heavily into my heroin addiction that almost cost me my life. I look back at drawings such as this, before my life completely spiraled out of control and I'm thankful that I came out of it alive. Not only have I been clean from heroin for almost 4 years now, I'm still creating. Art has always been my teacher, my healer and the spark that ignites my soul..and for that I am grateful. - 4 minutes ago