09/06/2026
Someone asked what you thought of your piece. You said it was "fine." They said, "yeah, I could tell." And your whole chest caved in.
Because it wasn't "just a piece." It was the thing you made when words ran out. The thing that finally felt like the truth.
For artists, the work isn't a separate object. It's the language you use when words fail you. It's how you metabolize what happened to you. It's you, filtered through your hands.
That's not a flaw. That's the whole reason the work matters.
You're allowed to make things that feel this personal.