Lilpy

Slipping Through

Added 2023-05-06 23:30:04 +0000 UTC

He has Fallen and he can feel the rest of his Grace slipping through his shaking fingers, boiling, inky tar takings its place in his chest.

I am doing perfectly fine right now, pinky promise. Writing this very much feels like I'm opening my treasure chest for y'all to have a look at some funky curiosities 😆 A little embarrassing but it also feels nice that I can just... do that lol
If you have ever experienced a form of loss, a breakup or something similar, you might know which sensation I tried to capture here. It's anxiety and a tightness in the chest, where it feels like you drank something that was too hot and now you can't really breathe. And no matter how you bend or stretch yourself, it doesn't really let off. If someone would poke your ribs, they might as well burst. Crying is hard, moving at all is hard so you have to stop and just let time pass for a while.

I told you guys last month, that I was expecting to feel like making a lot of vent art after some recent events but then I ended up having one of the happiest months in a very long time. I've been letting the sad feelings cook for a while without rushing them out the door, so to speak, and painting this piece has felt like putting them gently into a fancy box so they have a place dedicated to them where I can acknowledge them and take a look once in a while. It's a very peaceful experience, not gonna lie! I've been sitting with this idea in the back of my head since winter 2021, where I went through a similar thing, but now it finally felt like the right time to put it on canvas.

BUT you're absolutely welcome to ignore all this blathering and just bask in some freshly fallen Crowley angst. Be my guest, I love angst, i live for it🖤