Shroom Beach
Two years ago I painted this piece. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Memorial Day weekend plans to soak up the sun were substituted for a lonely afternoon indoors. The television set blaring with the sounds of reggae-rock bands streaming from a California music festival. I should have been watching the crowds of young people enjoying themselves but instead laid on the other side of the house, hiding underneath the bedframe facing the closet. The world had been spinning for some time now. The stress of so many things in my life leading me to this moment. Would someone knock that day? Would I lose my job next week? Is my car going to start? Am I losing another lifelong friend due to the fallout of the election? Will I ever find love again? Who can I call family? All swimming through my head at lightning speed, matching the clouds of rain pouring above the house I had grown into. Is the roof going to hold? Is her spirit haunting this place? What am I doing with my life? I had n...
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