"Constantly Crawing Dopamine"(70x100cm)

I know that several of you enjoy my writing. Text, poems or whatever. My problem is that I can't lie to myself with the pen in my hand. Since I really felt, for the majority of my life, like shit. It seems blown out of proportion but that's the thing with depression. Everything, even the most grand moments gets smudged in Payne's Gray.

As most of my work it was not planned. I stood over this piece and filled in some color, a line here and there. It might've been an earlier conversation or just a sudden ray. Started to think about patterns. My patterns in life. A stinky pile of things that I associate with depression. What I do to avoid them, what I do when they occur and so on.

So here's some gleanings:

I must shave every third day. I can't wear ugly clothes(doesn't matter if I'm alone or not), listening to dull conversations, snooze, having a layer of sweat on my skin for too long, no music, sitting down on the subway, using porcelain plates without a firm reason why, to stand in a ring of people.

Sure. I'm silly or just wicked.

70x100cm

Acrylics, posca, solid marker, ink

on a slim, glued wooden-plate(fucking love these).

2021-2022

1/1 Original. Signed

Ink. 5% KA