Dear You, Writing about images is a bit hard for me, i never know what to say and am weary of long-winded diatribes about meaning and whatnot, so if this turns into that, i apologize. i just know that this is one of the first drawings i did after coming out of the most severe and long-lasting depression i have ever experienced. i had found myself without home, extremely hurt and disappointed in the community i had been living in at the time, and a terribly broken heart to top it off- all happening at once and after a year of dragging my feet everywhere i went because there hadn't seemed to be a reason to bother lifting them off the ground. i had hit bottom. sometimes though, when everything seems to be dead and falling apart, you kind of get woken up and all of a sudden you have to fight to live your life. and you can't spend time being disappointed in the seemingly endless expanse of time that the depression has eaten up because you kind of just know that if you don't take some kind of action RIGHT NOW, you might not stay alive. its all very melodramatic to tell now, but that's really what this September felt like to me. and when i did this drawing, that's what i was going through. who knows if it speaks to that or not, but doing it made me happy. and that's really my only justification for doing artwork when the world it usually exists in is so saturated in fanciness and privilege- for whatever reason, doing it just makes me okay.

lithography was interesting, but i believe this is likely to be my first and last lithography print because i'm not into all the chemicals involved in the process. i am now doing a lot better and making lots of big moving 3-D things, perhaps being a little too productive, but i'm taking natural meds and have a doctor and the sky is oh so blue again"¦.life is worth living even more now that i know what it feels like to have almost lost it. i feel real tough. okay, vie said more than enough. the end. Sincerely, Macon