Recently I’ve been struggling to wake up.
Maybe not physically – coffee still wards Morpheus away, if only by a little – but I’ve got a permanent weight that I can’t shake off. You might have noticed – my posts have been rather sparse lately.
It’s like a hangover, except of the heart instead of the head.
A hangover of feelings.
It’s like I’ve reached my saturation point, and cannot care anymore or else I will burst.
I’m out of fucks to give.
Desolate landscapes are a recurring theme for me. I think I painted my first one about six years ago. It also had a woman overlooking a bright day outside, except I don’t think I bothered hinting at a desert, or even a ground, outside her window. It was like she was standing at the edge of the world.
Of course, these days I add some wings. A desire to fly, I think, comes with appropriate equipment.
You can follow the link in the caption if you’re interested. As it stands, have a few more pics of how this work came to be. And enjoy.