sometimes my brain is a toilet hole that goes towards swirling a black hole of death and anxiety.

making and enjoying art helps. listening to music, audiobooks, podcasts while I draw, write or play piano. part of me makes art to feel seen and to make a career but the deeper purpose is to heal and soothe my troubled mind. and maybe to help other people find some humour and meaning too.

it’s just good to acknowledge that this art I do helps.

creating and connecting with people is the opposite of death u see? it’s life.