A redraw of an old piece I did on paper back in about 2011. "There's only nothing.. at the rainbow's end."

It meant a lot to me back then to be chasing that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, and living in a rainy place, I saw rainbows almost daily. I was in a dark place mentally. I was tired, fed up, and any time I felt like I reached that rainbow's end? There was nothing there. I'd climbed and walked all that way for nothing but crumbling, broken bits of dust.

Don't keep chasing rainbows. They're a beautiful sight, but a painful reminder that when we delude ourselves into thinking we must chase our tails for any 'good' to come, we end up hurting more.