Mon-dane, Tues-doom, Wednes-daze, Thurs-dull, Fri-death, Sat-allday ’til Sun-down…

Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever your circumstances, sometimes life can feel dispiriting. Work or school feels laborious, days seem monotonous, bad events pile on top of one another and feel relentless, almost as if adversity is personally attacking you. Maybe hardship, tragedy, and failure are some form of karma, maybe negativity plagues your soul, maybe misery and misfortune is in your destiny.  Sometimes it doesn’t even take pain and suffering for you to hate life, for you to become despondent. Sometimes you pause and notice the constraints of life; mortality, reality, consciousness, time, is this the best or the worst version of this world? Thinking existentially just makes you want to leave this place sooner, surely there’s more to life; wake up, commute, work, commute, sleep, procreate and repeat, this can’t be all there is, what is the point, what is the meaning of life? Like Ras Kass once said, existence is a life sentence, and in this world where the routines and mundanities seem never ending, sometimes you long for death.

In 2003, Permanently Scarred (of the Artist Duo known as Broken Babies) drew a self-portrait each day for a week during a bout of illness. This is the end result.