Old spur-of-the-moment self portrait.
Whenever I feel like shit, I shut down, become impossible to get a hold of and make or immerse myself in art. It used to be drawing and painting, now it’s mostly photography and sometimes a little bit of writing. There’s just something really fucking therapeutic about it. You create something and all your superficial feelings, like self-pity or anger at the world, is magically lifted away. And boom. All is better in the world.