There's someone in your heart and it's causing an array of emotions. on one hand you're used to the wall in your heart, being aloof, and loving the endless circlejerk of being a recluse. On the other hand the one who's strangling your heart brings a sense of joy, but invites a new fear of loosing that new feeling and becoming something worse. it's stupid.
matters of the heart is a stupid thing, but nice too....

tried a new canvas, also humid as fuck it affects painting. also trying to inject color fields in these...