I used smoking as my response to any minor inconvenience. This has been a part of my routine for so long, smoking away all of my feelings or using it as an escape. Dealing with severe anxiety while lighting up to remedy my issues, just amplifies it. Smoking today feels like my heart is going to jump out my chest. Weed is a medicine and I was using it as a drug. I wasn’t handling it with care or worried about my intention in partaking, I was only focused on the escapism. Weed now amplifies the hidden things I need to work on. I can only smoke now when I have an intention for creativity or socially and in moderation.
 
Year: 2021
 
Medium: Spray Paint and Acrylic on Canvas
 
Size: 48in by 48in