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.
Enough said.
Hi I’m Jamuna Burry.
365 DAYS is my personal practice of shipping words and images.
Exploring ideas on creativity through digital art.
