At this time in my life I find myself wanting to crawl in a hole and hide. I want to paint my face gray and red, black out my eyes, ripped out my pulsing heart for the world to see and call it a day.

Perhaps I can live in the world my little hands create with a stroke of a brush. For the first time in my life I can say my artwork is pieces of my current world falling apart. I can imagine the pieces coming together forming a predicted series of unfortunate events which I’m currently having to live.

“things could be far worst.” maybe. They tell you to pray if you wanna go to heaven but they never tell you what to say when your whole life goes to hell.