Coming storm

Sunday, December 18, 2022

It’s not over.

What isn’t? My depression. My anxiety. My feeling of hopelessness. I’m not sure how much more I can take.

Sometimes, an hour here and an hour there, I feel like maybe the fog is lifting. It’s an illusion. I’m in the eye of the storm. Depression really is a cruel bitch.

Today, I chose to play with my acrylic inks. the swirls and the fluidity, reminds me of a paint pour… just a little less messy. I laid some painters tape down and started using the eyedropper. After a bit, I removed the tape and added the black and white, along with the white acrylic lines. When I was finished, it reminded me of a storm approaching.

My subconscious knows.