dusk: hope feels impossible sometimes
This series is both an excuse to paint clouds and a meditation on hope in the midst of incredible sorrow, anxiety, and the general ache of being alive. It’s an ode to always looking up; to the radical optimism it takes to get through winter, depression, life, and everything that comes along with it all.
This series is both an excuse to paint clouds and a meditation on hope in the midst of incredible sorrow, anxiety, and the general ache of being alive. It’s an ode to always looking up; to the radical optimism it takes to get through winter, depression, life, and everything that comes along with it all.
This series is both an excuse to paint clouds and a meditation on hope in the midst of incredible sorrow, anxiety, and the general ache of being alive. It’s an ode to always looking up; to the radical optimism it takes to get through winter, depression, life, and everything that comes along with it all.