What started as a sketch at Starbucks turned into this elaborated illustration. The title comes from a weird place for me. I don’t often talk about it, especially not in a public way like this, but I battle with depression on a daily basis. This figure kind of expresses that part of me. You might get lucky in life and experience things like love, joy, happiness etc. You might finally get that job you’ve been trying to get, or you finally get to go somewhere you’ve always wanted to go. You might get everything you’ve ever wanted. That won’t take away your depression though if you truly suffer from it. I have a pretty good life myself. I’m surrounded by loved ones, I get to do fun art stuff, people are supporting me, I have a job that I actually enjoy, but somehow I’m still locked in a battle with this internal demon. Much like in this illustration, this man has wings, and therefor the freedom to go where he likes, soar amongst the clouds and be free, yet he’s still bound by chains, gagged and blindfolded. Made to suffer, no matter where he might get to travel.