I can't shake off the
exhaustion, and the feeling of guilt that I might not care enough about current affairs. The emptiness of not feeling happy, nor disgusted, of not enjoying anything I watch (except cat videos) and being numb to anything I read in the newspapers is overwhelming. As I look into this void within, it's not at all black, but it hides in every shade of yellow, brown, blue and red. These paintings are my awareness of this melancholia.
