But also. The End of Winter. 2018. 11x14” oil on paper.
And also. The end of this painting. The end of this journey, this lesson. Its the dawn of a new day, and it seems fitting that i should finish such a monumentally sentimental piece on the anniversary of my actual birth into this world. I keep joking that its accidental Game of Thrones fanart because it kind of looks like it should be, but when i started this it was just a girl and her friend deer. It was an innocent fantasy snapshot into a quiet and secluded daydream that stopped being relevant (or really never was). Life dug its claws into my back, my chest; into my heart. It tore away my comfort and forced me to greet the hardness of the winter soil - the bitter sharpness of the ice on my worn out knees. But the harder that the cold of life bit into me, the harder i wanted to bite it back. So the deer shifted into a wolf, and the fires faded into smoke and steam, and eventually this calm settled into the painting - as the process made me realize that those struggles i had been facing were finally beginning to recede.
I will leave you at that, because let’s be real, small amount of sleeps in big amount of days and everything is a cheesecake-induced haze at the moment.
Hope you are all enjoying this hellfire weather. Idk about you all but i would love some of that ice right about now.