what do you do when the one thing you love and keeps you sane ultimately becomes a daily torture. my stomach problems are a daily reminder that i have worked so hard and not much to show for it. kind of funny - making art that helps you cope with what inspired you to make art based on something that is not real that is mostly funded by someone who is no longer real (all of which is the same thing). i just want the shit to end.
so is it stress, or is there really pleasure in pain?