Switch With Me

Feeling half here, half not. Things aren’t fully registering. It’s like a light fog.

I spent 7.5 hours of my work day reviewing death cases. I looked at a few death certificates, but when I saw the one for age 55, I stopped looking at the age at death and instead just went about verifying if the date of death was correct.

I drew this image over the course of 3 hours on and off. Started before breakfast and finished while dinner was being prepared.

So many thoughts going on. Thought about the Picture of Dorian Gray, various movies involving mirrors where the main character switches with their mirror self/personality (Look Away 2018), and picture frames filled with memories. When we die the picture frames full of photos are probably all going into a box to be forgotten, dropped off at the second hand thrift store or even put out with the rubbish.

How it started:

How it ended:

Also, the music video for Rinkaku has animation where the band members are decaying in picture frames on a wall. Warning, there is much black and white flashing.

The live version of Rinkaku really hits me hard. On some of the notes, I can feel tears forming in my eyes that I try to hold back and bury. This worries me, because before I was on anti-depressants and anxiety medication, some notes in the music of movie trailers would trigger tears. The worry is, are they (the meds) not strong enough and if they are not, will an increase cause a decrease in things that I enjoy doing and creativity.