As I was sequestered inside my home during the pandemic, I became captivated by the movement of light. Early on, I began photographing the fleeting shapes of sunlight and shadow that appeared throughout the day. Having collected hundreds of images, I would not decide to draw them until a year later, when I experienced the devastation of a miscarriage. The overwhelming sadness that I felt necessitated the creation of something beautiful. The photographs had captured visible moments of ephemerality and when drawn at life size each moment gained permanence and weight. The process of drawing each image felt akin to making my grief visible. Although these drawings are deeply personal, they are universal in their relation to how others experienced their homes during the pandemic and during times of their own grieving.