A week and a half ago, my beloved cat Panton had to get a tooth removed. Panton was quite sensitive to the long-acting pain medicine given to him, and he had a hard time adjusting. It was incredibly hard to watch, and I spent a lot of time just carrying him around the house like a small child.
My week was already filled with depression, anxiety and of course, incessant nightmares about surgery, but the idea that my best little friend was suffering made me all the more emotionally delicate. And delicate emotions mixed with anxiety and depression leads to creativity. I won’t dig too deep into the meaning behind the photos and over-intellectualize, unfortunately that burden is on the viewer.