Once more into the deep

where all is futile and we can only weep

I’ve been in the dark place again this last week. The weather has been appalling, keeping us mostly stuck in doors. When the clouds draw in I wither a little. But this isn’t about the weather.

A figure stands in an open doorway looking towards the viewer and into an unseen room. Silas Jelley

I drew this over the weekend, vaguely copied from a painting I remember seeing once.

12:27pm on June 14, 2022 from Nelson, New Zealand


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