When a fish dies, it usually flips its belly up. However, these ones don’t have room to do that… When I hear news about the unfairness in the world, I feel a kind of suffocation. It reminds me of these fish. Is it true that every generation of humans has to suffer from man-made crises out of their control? There is never a peaceful era. I hope everyone takes their chance to search for satisfaction and happiness within their limited world.
This is not a new metaphor. But isn’t right now a time to experience it?
Before anyone judges, yes, this is written on a photo.
I always imagined that the ideal way to pass away is to fly into a blackhole, to see what’s in it and out there beyond the whitehole, even though it’s not physically or practically possible. But I’m an optimist, sometimes. That would satisfy my ultimate curiosity. —— Credit to my astronomer husband who suggested that I should draw the Doppler effect.
Only the lucky artists’ work will end up in a museum and be described as “unique and special”. The rest are “untrained and ‘do not follow the rules of painting'”. Only the former will deserve: “Oh look! (There seems to be a mistake in the drawing. Maybe it’s meant to be that way.) That’s interesting…”