The Hardest Part of Ending is (or 'art is pain')


#1

of course, starting again.
Every year since I was twelve (so that’s fifteen or some odd years, I’m 27 now) I’ve done something small to celebrate CB’s birthday. After all, my birthday is only two days before his- we’re brothers in the cusp. (kudos to you if you get that)
This year, I went for something a little bigger. I have several chronic illnesses, one of which is destroying the mobility in my hands. So it’s been getting harder and harder to make my art- I’m a sculptor. Yesterday, I decided to change my direction- I’d been avoiding my larger scale projects because I was afraid, ashamed. My body hurts and I am facing the fact that I’ll never be able to do things I’ve wanted. But one of the many things CB left me with was more courage to fight. So I picked up the clay for a base and started. I haven’t made a single mask since before he died, but I’m going to begin again. My best is all I can do, and all I need to do.
If you want, my insta is elmorte_19 I don’t usually post directly LP things there, but they’re such a part of who I am that the influence is definitely there. Anyway, thanks for sitting through this long ass story. Thought I’d put it somewhere someone might understand it


#2

Sorry to hear you have serious illness… don’t give up on your art, because you’re really skilled and I understood it’s part of your life… you’re part of this big family and we won’t leave you alone!hope you could find a cure for your pain…in the meantime stay strong!! And happy belated birthday! :sun_with_face: :muscle: :muscle:


#3

Thank you! Means a lot.