The Sweeter the Juice is a two-part story. This is the year I wanted to challenge myself and evolve my craft and the detail in my art. I wasn't exactly sure what that looked like, but I knew it would come to me when it was meant to. Finally, it hit me... there was a week I would only dream of hands, like big massive hands erupting from the earth and descending from the sky. There was destruction and life, and all I thought of was the figurative and literal power within them. Hands are used to cultivate our world and how we live within it; and every time I would wake from those dreams, I would always come back to the idea of "starting anew". Maybe it's because of this journey I'm on, and what I want from my own life. In my dreams, I recalled one hand in great detail, and it is the one depicted in this picture. I remember the hand being rich in color, surrounded by life and color, providing to its environment from the nectar in its being.