There exists a simple thing laid out before you that you can't touch. A simple thing that other people take for granted. No matter how hard one struggles, it is not yours to have. Accept that all you can do is take happiness in other people simply having what you desire and are deprived of. She feeds the birds so she can enjoy them basking in the one thing she can't have.

With that stated, this sums up how I feel about my own art right now. You find that you aren't the artist you want to be, and grabbing for it only burns you. You take joy wherever and however you can find it and let that be enough.

There is alot I could say about duality. Light/dark, inside/outside, life/death, solitary/group,
but you guys can probably get the drift of what I'm going for. I guess what I'm trying to say is kinda personal, maybe you guys gleam it, maybe not. Either way, enjoy.

Lots of photoshop over an ink drawing. I didn't really map out the perspective, so I eyeballed alot of it. It was a lot of fun to mess around with perspective.