A little teen Robin stomping in to the last gasps of this year, and what a year it’s been. There’s something to be said about hope, resilience, and finding it however and wherever you can - I too struggle with tending the fire inside myself. It’s an honor to be able to do these Torchbearers, and most people don’t share the specifics or why they wanted one ( sharing why you are getting a tattoo is never necessary, and you don’t even need a “why”!) I know they serve the collective grief that everyone feels right now, regardless of whether or not they have words to name it. Thank you everyone who has supported my work this year, and thank you to everyone who has given my little drawings meaning - far beyond what I could have put words to myself. 🔥❤️