Squidrific
A global pandemic.
Life as I knew it was burned down and blown away in its entirety. I found myself in deep and fast-flowing waters at that, unsure of the stability or permanence of anything.
Then, appearing as a beacon of light in a dark and mysterious room I started drawing again. I found solace in the ability to control what I wanted, that an earthly disease couldn’t touch this spiritual part of my life. I sat down nightly and turned these unsettled thoughts into shapes, into bending and amorphous lines, into flowing designs, into fragmented and disjointed patterns. I dotted, outlined, and smeared, my pen strokes translating a screaming mind desperate for some kind of answer.
This is what I came up with, whatever it means.
A global pandemic.
Life as I knew it was burned down and blown away in its entirety. I found myself in deep and fast-flowing waters at that, unsure of the stability or permanence of anything.
Then, appearing as a beacon of light in a dark and mysterious room I started drawing again. I found solace in the ability to control what I wanted, that an earthly disease couldn’t touch this spiritual part of my life. I sat down nightly and turned these unsettled thoughts into shapes, into bending and amorphous lines, into flowing designs, into fragmented and disjointed patterns. I dotted, outlined, and smeared, my pen strokes translating a screaming mind desperate for some kind of answer.
This is what I came up with, whatever it means.
A global pandemic.
Life as I knew it was burned down and blown away in its entirety. I found myself in deep and fast-flowing waters at that, unsure of the stability or permanence of anything.
Then, appearing as a beacon of light in a dark and mysterious room I started drawing again. I found solace in the ability to control what I wanted, that an earthly disease couldn’t touch this spiritual part of my life. I sat down nightly and turned these unsettled thoughts into shapes, into bending and amorphous lines, into flowing designs, into fragmented and disjointed patterns. I dotted, outlined, and smeared, my pen strokes translating a screaming mind desperate for some kind of answer.
This is what I came up with, whatever it means.