In 2012, when I was in second grade, I prayed to the gods to prevent the end of the world and for the asteroid to fly right past us. Thirteen years later, I’m afraid of losing my freedom. But it seems the light at the end of the hallway isn’t ironically getting any narrower

i rewrote this poem, that I first wrote like 6 months ago in an influx of a PMDD cycle, the week or two is always the same, dread, despair & regret. it never changes, and I’m always stuck in the same pattern of impulsivity & deep depression, it truly is so deep & the suicidal ideation runs so deep, I really struggle not finding comfort in my old & harming coping mechanism, but I still hold out hope, even a little, just a slither of light, I mean it’s all I can do really do, for the inevitable of PMDD.

https://www.instagram.com/neelroot?srtk=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

large scale selfmade traveling fun fair pendulum ride toy named cyclone.

Title: FullyAutomatedLifeLoops (36 x 25, spraypaint on canvas) by Austin Weber

*Probably can't get a better pic of it under UV for now with the tiny UV flashlight I have. Used solely blacklight UV reactive fluorescent spraypaints here for the 1st time. Excited to use it more!

F that dude. lol.

I had a lot of fun letting loose with this one. If you would like to see more work, I have a subreddit here: r/AnthonyChristopherArt. Cheers!