It's a strange feeling when anything comes to an end. A life. A relationship. A film. An art collection. Especially an art collection you've painted yourself and dedicated much of your time, energy, heart, mind and soul to over the past 7 years or so and encompassed every good and bad moment you've experienced in that time, the deaths, ended relationships, broken hearts, broken bones, sleepless nights, births and fucked up situations your nightmares couldn't have dreamt up if they tried.
I can't believe the Humanity Collection is completed. It's over. I've nothing more to give to it, I knew that months ago but I couldn't admit it to myself. Much like a relationship with a woman, telling her it's over after so much time and commitment; it's a horrible thing to do. Finishing this art collection doesn't feel like an achievement, it feels like I've failed.
I can't believe the Humanity Collection is completed. It's over. I've nothing more to give to it, I knew that months ago but I couldn't admit it to myself. Much like a relationship with a woman, telling her it's over after so much time and commitment; it's a horrible thing to do. Finishing this art collection doesn't feel like an achievement, it feels like I've failed.