Something I noticed
My work exhibits the state of my mental well-being. I have noticed that when I was in a somber gloomy, many of my pictures were darker. Not like, death and 666 hate stuff, but they have a certain eerie feeling to them. Late March until mid-April was hard on me, but even when I was drowning in sorrows I still saw the world in color (surprisingly). I noticed the colors of the images I have created from that short span of time were amplified. Not in a bright, lightening way though.
There was no black and grey, no dim light. No sad faces. Just flowers and visions of an abstract world to convey my inner rainstorms
There was color. In fact, more color than I have ever used before. Could it be because the feelings I held were so painfully profound?
I think so.