Personal art that I wasn't sure I wanted to share.

Most people so far have interpreted this as the struggle I feel as a mother to three young children. This is only partially true. This piece represents not only the exhaustion of being a mother, but the exhaustion of being a wife, the exhaustion of being nuerodivergent, the exhaustion of childhood trauma and the PTSD that manifested from it. It also represents my inability to express my feelings properly and my constant feeling of being misunderstood. Basically..life is fucking exhausting.

Q: Why is it so messy?

A: I'm messy and the imperfections in this piece are representative of that, but it is also my way of saying that perfection is not necessary in art.