Sleep
27.03.2023
It all started in August, or maybe July, the day I burst into tears while sitting at work. Then I understood. Why did it take me more than a year to do all this? I don't know, but that's probably how it works in life, at first you just don't understand.

10.05.2023
Do I like to make up worries for myself, or have I just learned to pretend that I'm so calm? Maybe I've instilled peace in myself and therefore deny any of my anxiety?

23.12.2023
It's the same dream every time. He's invading my personal space, my daily life. He talks to my friends, but he doesn't tell me anything. I know he can hear me. But he doesn't even keep up a conversation about the weather. And so the two of us are in the same room, surrounded by a bunch of people, and I pretend that I want to talk to them, not to him.

Material: acrylic on canvas
Size: 100 × 100 × 2 cm
Finished: 04.24
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