Several years ago when I was very sick, I made my way back to health while preoccupying myself with little drawings. I called the simple little sketches my Fairy People, although they rarely had wings and some were even skeleton folks.  I think I must have thought of them that way because something in me felt like modern medicine and even alternative medicine was not fully helping. I unconsciously turned to my imagination to help me escape the pain and wished for an ounce of magic or miracle to cure me.  Something I was doing worked. When I drew, the pain left for a bit. And eventually I recovered. I…