"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free
I know I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know
I wish I could
Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good"
When I first heard that song, I laughed - that’s literally my life. I won’t rest because I’m the last line of defense, the wall between this hell and the people I care about.
I’ve had three vacations in my whole life. The last one was eleven years ago. Chronic insomnia + workaholism. I should be worn out, but I’m still here - standing, creating, holding the line. Maybe someday, in another life, I’ll rest.
(Digital drawing, 2025)
P.S. I began this painting the day after finishing the previous monster - over 115,000 dots. My hand is still bandaged; the technique is cruel and my fingers bleed - but hey: we are who we are… ain’t no rest for the wicked.