Embrion by Edyta Lesniak.
That was a while ago. Life happened (mostly work though), but on the other hand my inspiration hasn't been on top either. I question the things I do and the way I do it. I wouldn't say that I feel insecure. Rather lost and ambivalent. It's sad and annoying. Some days this is all I want to do - be creative and express myself and the next day I just laugh at it thinking it's all silly meaningless nonsense.
Do you feel me in this or am I about to lose it completely?
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