So this painting just kinda happened. Not like “I tripped and he fell”, but like “I didn’t want to have a child and now I’m not happy, but I’m not sad it happened.” It’s not a disappointment, like my life, but I guess it was born out of a need to control shit I can’t, and that in itself is disappointing. I digress. It’s kinda playful. My dad thinks it’s a volcano. He’s a cool guy.