agony

moving across the country, professional burnout, losing my job, existential terror/death anxiety have really inhibited my ability to make art. ain't much, but I painted some ducks yesterday w/ oils. i hope to make a comic again soon

long gone now.

doodle while on the clock

i gotta leave texas. thinking portland, i guess. but I'm tired and empty and cries for action ring hollow against the constant erosion of my security. it's all platitudes anyways, grey matter slowly disintegrating every time I'm told to "persevere". but hey, at least I'm already diy'ing my hrt

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