This feels like something I'd have drawn long ago, before I went on hiatus and let my skills get rusty. Obviously no longer on hiatus, but damn, I feel this kind of image in my bones. My favorite shade of grey making up the sky, the twisting black trees, the fog...all with the one colored focal point of the art piece, visibly leeched of color despite having what many would consider an incredibly bright and vibrant color palette. Magenta and yellow with violet accents sounds like it should be so much more energetic, but sometimes you find yourself feeling so moody and distant that you look visibly cloudy, even when nothing has really changed about the colors you're wearing.

I have been this painting. I've been this dude. While I'm a lot happier now these days, I still am this person, once in a blue moon. And I'm not sure how to articulate what that person was feeling, at least not with words. Bittersweet? Somber? Melancholy? These words approach the feeling, but they don't paint the full picture, and I can't help but love that you've (literally) painted it in a way that just feels...right.

There's a comfort for me in this, one that feels...difficult to describe. It's a bit like...drinking weak tea when it's cold out, I guess. The flavor's there. It's got the taste you were expecting, it's just that it tastes muted. It's watered down. And by being weak, you kind of find it slightly unpleasant. But because it's a cup of tea, you still drink it, and you still draw some comfort from the warmth. Alternatively, it could be a bit like drinking a soda with melted ice - you can still taste soda, it's still there, just has the watered-down quality.

I don't know, it's hard to describe. But the feelings this gives me are familiar. Bittersweet, a little too nuanced to express, but not unwanted by any means.

I love it.