I’m staring at a big black canvas. .
I painted it black last June. I was in my old apartment on Graham Avenue when I decided that it was finished and there was nothing else I could do to it at that time.
Now it’s time for a change again, and I’m going to embrace it. The canvas - It’s propped against a wall. These four walls that I’ve been living in without a window and no concept of time for the last six months.
I made a comparison toward my life in the past few years and I’m not so sure what to make of it. I’ll take it for what it is and I’ll run with this one.
