The Wall

I had a wall around me and my mind that wasn't letting me be creative or even move. I felt trapped. There was much thought about how to tackle the wall, to chip it away bit by bit. I couldn't go through or over or around the wall. I was encased, blank and empty. I did not know how to start and looking back at my own work, I always turn my feelings into images even if those feelings are not shown. With the wall, I was not motivated and felt empty.

This is my wall, the way it's tall, ordered and structured in building form. Crowding over you, looking up to escape to something good.