#expressive
…Too Long
Edgar Degas, Ballet Dancers in the Wings, c.1890–1900
Day 29, wholeness
It’s been a while since I did that-like artwork
I mixed the original sketch with what I ended with, and I liked it
One day I won’t be like this. One day I’ll forgive myself for these moments of weakness, these times I spend listening to my heart beat but not feeling my soul within the blood of my veins. One day I’ll recognise my reflection, I’ll feel connected to him and I’ll be proud to inhabit this vessel. One day I’ll take control of the demons that possess me, I’ll find the strength to drown them in perpetual silence. One day I’ll depart from the constraints of irrational attachments, I’ll be emancipated from the trauma that weighs heavily on my heart. One day the answers to the questions I’m too lost to format, will present themselves to me and lead me in the direction it is my vocation to take. One day I will reflect upon these harsh times and view my present-self as no more than a distant phantom, a shadow of the being I will become. One day, not today, but one day.