It’s kinda funny how, when I drew this illustration, everything around me felt grey. I was unhappy and wanted to express that solemnity in my illustration. But, here was a loudly colorful illustration. It felt ironic!
I couldn’t figure it out, so I left it sitting as a draft for a really long time.
“Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh” – William Butler Yeats, A Drinking Song