A 14 × 14 inch, acrylic painting of the sky. A journal entry is handwritten on the painting:

“This winter seems endless yet has barely begun. It’s not that cold but it’s dark and gloomy. I am feeling shameful about certain aspects of my behavior. Lots of questioning and trying to give my life a direction. Wanting to move to CA feels like avoidance by geography, but staying in NYC isn’t the answer either anymore.

12/2/18 2:00