I decided to design a poster for one of my favorite obsessions, Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys.
lie there in the bottle
One is enough
to still the pain
of an ache or a twinge
but I wonder
is 63 pills
are enough to kill the pain
in my heart?
Something a little different, and lighter than the other things I have been posting lately…
So this picture embodies maybe a TENTH of the feelings that I have been feeling over the past three days. This is what social phobia looks like from the inside. Every word, every look, every gesture, feels wrong, looks wrong, IS wrong. You’d do ANYTHING to avoid talking to people. The more you try, the more ridiculous you seem. It’s kind of a crippling fear. I hate it with all my heart.
mechanical heart that beats no more
feelings dropped upon the floor
torment cannot touch her now
lines no longer knit her brow
tears no longer course her cheeks
the way they have for weeks and weeks
piercing pain cannot destroy
for now she is only a toy
There are times when I seriously contemplate whether I even deserve to be on this Earth.
So I have acknowledged my general failure to do a design a day, but i am still going to have fun with it whenever I am able to get one done.
OK, don’t look at me like that. I am well aware that this whole daily design thing hasn’t exactly been a daily thing. Work with me here. LoL. There’s always an opportunity to jump back on the wagon, right? As you can see from this photo manipulation, I have been rather uninspired, but I am working on it. Enjoy!
I decided to actually draw something this time. Been a long long while since I did so, and as you can see, I am VERY rusty. Erghh. Off to practice some more.