I have this messiness that I carry around with me, like Charles Shultz’s Pig-Pen. I feel incomplete and unkempt.
Failure feels buried deep within my bones like a birthmark. It feels like it was written on my birth certificate and will mark my headstone.
Sometimes it feels like I will drown in it. But the truth is also that I just need to stand up to realize the pool is ankle-deep, and nobody gives a shit about what my hair looks like.
Hi I’m Jamuna Burry.
365 DAYS is my personal practice of shipping words and images.
Exploring ideas on creativity through digital art.