Flying Girl is Made of Nothing and That is Everything, or Alice Could See Enough
Acrylic and marker on vintage book page
Sometimes, everything in life is just too much.
Too much significance, too much importance, too much weight.
Sometimes it feels a lot better to just remember how much nothing it all is.
Sure, we can live up our word and try to do our best and keep the productivity up, you know, live the busy lives that we all live... but when that gets to be too heavy a burden and the overwhelm happens, maybe it's best to remember that we are all just what we are.
Just as much nothing as everything around us. Made of air. Made of water. Made of sky.
We're just living, like any other animal, like any other human, like the whole world.
Oh... I know. This makes no sense whatsoever.
Or does it make all the sense there is?