This is a small painting I did as an insert for a frame after I took the mirror out to shatter for another project.
What am I for?
Sometimes sadness is just breathtaking.
I’m content when working on art. I hate having to let that feeling go when I have to step away.
I don’t know where the exact idea for this painting came from, but it’s a personal favorite.
This painting was freehand, acrylic and watercolor.
Today it was painfully obvious what little still keeps me grounded, why I keep going through the motions of showing up where I’m expected and put on the right face in front of the right people. Really, what still matters to me seems like nothing more than loose change better off thrown away with the receipt. Nobody’s really hearing me. I just wish I didn’t still care.