The art that broke me
So I’ve been trying to expand my abilities again. This time, I’m simplifying the art. I’m not happy but I’m not unhappy. I’m just lost. All artists get lost from time to time.
Grandmother of Rabbits
Wild rabbit moves into my yard, and has babies. All babies leave the nest, but one baby stays behind, and parties it up in the garden.
Rabbit baby turns to Rabbit teenager and leaves the yard.
Rabbit teen turns to Rabbit adult, and brings their new offspring to my yard for me to babysit.
…guess I'm a grandma of rabbits now.
The argument for deep rest
When we force ourselves to march through continuously, the burn out is inevitable. It gets hidden behind other issues that result from the snowball effect into the break down.
