Unconquerable Soul

Trying to be hopeful but scared to be hopeful.

Disparate

Self-portrait (ish)

Working through recovery, hating every second of it, but trying, trying, trying.

Art journal page for A Klingon Christmas Carol

I got the quote wrong, should be “it’s impossible to remember a color you have not seen.” Anyway. Some art about hope.

Something I want to scream

Trying to fight relapse 18 November 2017

Trying to fight the lack of creativity by starting a new art journal in which I’ll just paint a daily mood (maybe with some found poetry if the words lend themselves). It’s simple — I just have to paint a color or make a gradient that matches how I feel. I’m hoping that if I just get back into painting daily, the creativity will come back. I just want to have art back. So here is today’s.

The Ashen Ruin

Thrive

Unfortunately, the paper in my new art journal isn’t as sturdy as my old one, so when I tear tape off after painting, it rips the page, so what this was supposed to say: “little faith steadily downhill I may die. If it depends on me, the grass will not grow.”

Feelings, found poetry. “destined to fail already familiar”

Fun with gouache.

Frustration.

I love flowers. I love being a geek. I love combining them.

I’ve been feeling totally indifferent and unable to make art, and my therapist asked me to paint it. So this is the grey hole that is indifference.