Today I read something very interesting: “when it comes to suicide, particularly of those living in the spotlight, I can’t help but think, ‘why did you go further than waiting for the inevitable?’ ” I thought about death a lot last night, after relapsing. But I have to keep waking up, there’s so much to do. Artwork to finish, a job to find, a house to own, a family to live for, stable relationships, enjoying food again. Despite being alone through this, I can’t keep blaming myself for feeling this way, for being lonely.
GIRL, INTERRUPTED, 1999.
VERMIFORM STEAKS 2014
vinyl acrylic and oil on birch wood
90 cm diameter