Source: “How Deep the Hollow”
I ran across this post today. “From the depths of despair” I said. This painting and all the others from last year, almost got thrown in the trash. I’m trying to purge all the things that remind me of the horribleness of years past. Predominantly 2016.
The pain and mental anguish was so great that my only refuge was paint on canvas. I see them now with the realization, that as I suffered, I was being bamboozled. I see all of the paintings now and I’m reminded of this.
I have a fresh start and the things that remind me of the horribleness will be tossed away.
“How Deep the Hollow” lives on to see another day. Although, it may be placed in a far room in the house. Or under a couch cushion.
I am set free. I am free. I live without effort or sadness… dammit.