17 June 2025

I struggled to paint this. This was the first time in the year that I stopped painting daily. I was in Tokyo. I was in Manila. I learned that my friend had committed suicide, which I find unbelievable. I still don't believe it.

This was another painting where I spent the least amount of time on it and it was the first painting where I completely failed my goal of painting everyday for the year of 2025. I missed over thirty days completely due to travel and sickness, then when I was painting I only put in the least amount of work imaginable.

failure, sadness, sickness, low effort, everything about this painting is a reminder of who I am at that time. Who I seemed to be, to me.

Though, I must say, Tokyo was brilliant, I love Japan.