My character, made with plasticine, slips in the sink. Things are running down the drain. I think of my thoughts to be in the outside world running away. The water purifying and terrible at the same time. There is an anxiety in the picture as I edited it digitally on my iPad. Lines are slightly blurred, or cracked, a sense of falling, of not knowing where we might go. The uncertainty of current times.
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