New studio. Slow start but a good one. Still settling in. Bought in some plants last week and met the new neighbors, very exciting. Moved in then staid away, life got in the way, so did getting covid. I’m so glad I’m here though. The community around me seems coherent
I still have so much to learn with oil paint, I’m considering some YouTube tutorial afternoons. It’s a different game with watercolour, a material that does prodominently what I want when I want, the only thing that’s lacking it perhaps depth, on paper, characters and form are often held in
This post is unapologetically me, triggering and sweary, sorry not sorry. If you’re striving for something you believe you’re not, it hurts and it’s probably counterproductive. I didn’t think I was good. I got really ill and was broken down to nothing, so every effort I made to do better,
I have anger, it is rarely seen or heard but it’s there and valid. Often my anger comes from pain, it comes in waves. Just like watching the sea roll onto the shore, periodically there is a bigger wave that rolls in and if you’re not aware, you don’t know
#Trauma #depression #anxiety There there isn’t a cure, there isn’t one pill, there isn’t one method to make the ongoing struggle of trauma disappear. It’s not fair but I is what it is. It looks like anxiety and depression but it’s different. For quite a while I found it tricky
This painting is incredibly private, its one of the first where I was trying out full figures, and flesh with oils, I was attempting to stay true to some of my pencil and ink drawings. It hangs im my bedroom, unseen by the world but reflects back to me every
K L Gilmartin 
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