Feeling a heaviness in my chest about making art, showing art, selling art.
When I can remember, I let myself feel the feelings.
I look them in the eye—name them, greet them, resist fighting them, let go of the urge to push them away. In fact, as you might be able to glean in the lower detail photo, I eventually elected to write some of the feelings out asemically on my canvas.
|12/24" #1, work in progress|