My mother hates this picture.
I am not surprised.
It does come across as a tiny bit depressive, don't you think?
I don't feel depressed when I look at it though. Because it was such
a relief making it.
I have been stuck now for a larger part of my life than not when it comes to seeking out a life as an artist. Sad but true. Sometimes I think that stuckness just is, and always will be. That maybe it is not actually being stuck. More having a distorted image of what life should be as opposed to what it is. But when l feel stuck ti feels like this. Being dragged down into the ground by a tick, smeary goo, looking up at a mountain knowing I have to, or at least should climb it.
Depressing? Maybe.
But being able to at least express it somehow makes me feel lighter already.
I am not surprised.
It does come across as a tiny bit depressive, don't you think?
I don't feel depressed when I look at it though. Because it was such
a relief making it.
I have been stuck now for a larger part of my life than not when it comes to seeking out a life as an artist. Sad but true. Sometimes I think that stuckness just is, and always will be. That maybe it is not actually being stuck. More having a distorted image of what life should be as opposed to what it is. But when l feel stuck ti feels like this. Being dragged down into the ground by a tick, smeary goo, looking up at a mountain knowing I have to, or at least should climb it.
Depressing? Maybe.
But being able to at least express it somehow makes me feel lighter already.