The Best is Yet to Come (pressure) Drawing

CONFESSION DRAWINGS: sketches on paper Title: The Best is Yet to Come At art school, I made a kind of "Confession art" (that's what the newspaper called it). But today I am thinking. Is it “Confession” art? Since I have nothing to confess. They are remarks, or reviews and condemnations. I'm not afraid to speak my mind (in a drawing). I am not doing anything wrong. So maybe the word “confess” is incorrect. The name “Confession art” was meant degrading by the art critic. It is a negative inflection of what it is. Which doesn't surprise. I had my brother's toxic and dangerous jealous energy hanging around me like a thick and suffocating cloud. But I am an adult now, that cloud is gone. Because I am gone—I am somewhere else. I have traveled a long way (mentally and physically). That is my “confession” right here. But now I like this as a title. I own the condemnation. These sketches or drawings is what I "feel" like doing. I want to draw something related to having hope. That because when hope is gone, it is tough. Or faith, when you feel that things can still work out. Because when you are depressed. You are in a sort of energy-free black hole. I don't see any bright spots. Yes, I can see them. But I doubt whether they are (still) feasible to reach. But you can tell yourself: You have your health. But be careful. If you write something and are happy with it, it usually breaks, as with your smile. I was happy with my smile and what happened? Sem, the big dog of my bother, hit me with his body, which broke a piece from my front tooth. Or when I was happy with my long hair. Suddenly I see grey hair. But if you keep going...

Drawing:Pencil on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:11.8 W x 8.3 H x 0.2 D in

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