The content warning may not be entirely accurate, but y'know. Just to be safe.

I revisit this image from time to time. It's just simple vent art, but it wound up being the best depiction of how my anxiety (and the breakdowns that happen as a result of it) makes me feel that I think I've ever made. It's sadly appropriate right now too as I'm struggling to be "okay" with certain things and my desire to make new things has been absolutely dead in the water as a result.

I've not been interested in growing my platform for a long, long time. I'd like to reach people that like what I do of course, I'm sure most artists do, but ultimately, if I'm just creating for me, that's good enough. But something happened recently that's made me question whether or not I even want to keep doing that, at least publicly.

Until I'm sure what I want though, I plan on continuing to share my old work here as it gives me something to do.

I know this got a little depressing and I don't plan on making a habit out of it. ****'s been rough and I gotta use the outlets I have.