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Inside Cancerland: Distortion Series 2, Fatigue Reflected.
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Inside Cancerland: Distortion Series 2.
I just have to look at this, long time.
The only way I can meaningfully verbalize what I see is: Hanging on in the middle drains most of the strength, but if one goes to the edges, is there a way back? But I feel that isn’t all there is in this work.
I think, right now…I feel caged. I started this a while back, it’s taking me so long to do the simplest things. Yes, there has to be a way back, an ending. But it’s going to be a very long time before I can even glimpse that.
It feels …
… wobbly, uncertain, diffuse, confused, caged, drained.
Full of small nooks and crannies and holes, a way out?
Very emotional.
Avalus, yes, all that.
Wow, Caine, this another great piece. I see the cage, but there’s also a feeling of being so worn out, so exhausted that there is no energy to even consider breaking out of it. There is still a sense of paralyzing fear in there, but now with the added weight of fatigue. Unbearable, and yet with no other choice but to bear it.
Fuck cancer. Fuck what it does to people.
I don’t think I can say anything that hasn’t already been said. It’s a powerful piece.
Nightjar:
That is exactly how I feel right now.
Oh Fuck Yes, a thousand times over.
Joseph, thank you.
A picture of drug chilled thoughts and the sluggish lava stream of pain always surrounding them.
Wow. I hope you can punch your way out soon.
I see essence leaking out and getting lost in dilution. And I see pain and confusion. It’s very powerful.
Lofty:
A very good description. You all have the words I don’t have.
Anne:
I suspect it might be a while.
Voyager:
Another excellent descriptor. Yes, it’s all those things.
The fatigue, tiredness etc. as mentioned by others are very well apparent in this picture.
I was feeling it while working on it.
Caught on the wrong side of the looking-glass. It’s always harder to get out than it is to fall in. The latter always happens unintentionally, while the former requires an excess of energy, fortitude, and knowing the right magic.
rq:
Which is eluding me utterly right now. I just feel poisoned. I am poisoned. And I really don’t want to carry on with this.