2025 Lost In Space

Here we go — launching headfirst into the unknown. This is 2025 Lost In Space, and that little guy running through the cosmos is Leif, my nisse, my wandering companion. He's not lost in a bad way. He's lost in the best way — cape blazing red behind him, legs kicking forward, floating through a universe that's speckled with color and possibility. The gold of 2025 glows above him like a destination he'll reach on his own terms. And somewhere in the dark, a small red heart keeps him company. That's enough. That's everything. I painted this as a kind of send-off — not to what's behind us, but toward what's ahead. Not with dread, but with momentum.