I was grieving the election and what it meant for my child's life going forward. I didn't sleep more than two hours that Tuesday night and I felt... sick. Numb. Sick. And not sure how to move. For me? I developed the art that quickly spiraled into shirts as an act of defiance to what my child was being told. But also as a means to manage my grief through my skills. To be useful when I felt numb. I needed to find a productive place to put my fear. And once I'd done that? The fear (sort of) went away. Or at least I'd learned how was best for me to manage it.