drop 04: “pouring from an empty cup”

inspired by the fourth lesson i learned with clarthouse:
what i feared was the end, was actually the beginning.

• printed on premium cotton paper
• unframed
• size: 5.33" x 6.62"
• limited quantity available
• this is one of the most personal pieces i've ever shared- and because of that, i wanted to make it as accessible as possible. i've priced it at $20 so that anyone who resonates with it can hopefully have a reminder that they're not alone

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i’ve learned that what you want often lives on the other side of your fears— and sometimes, the moment you think you’ve reached your limit is the exact moment you meet your real self.

burning out truly broke me, but it also cracked something open. and on the other side, i found clarity.

it’s funny though. i made this piece a year ago and never shared it. i was too scared of what people might think. it felt… depressing? especially since the reference photo i used was my actual bedroom. i was literally living in a constant state of mess and anxiety, and i trapped myself there for years thinking it was just what i had to do.

this piece was made at the very first of many breaking points. i remember taking a photo of my room and just staring at it like, how did it get this bad???😩
i had been treading between a very thin open space of clothes, art supplies, and literally everything else, just to get from my door to my bed. i felt helpless. and exhausted. so i drew. idk why really— but i did. and somehow, i made one of the most detailed & most vulnerable pieces i’d done in a long time.

i was physically and emotionally spent— and still, i was trying to make something of it. trying to create while completely disconnected from myself.

i kept giving and giving, hoping to keep clarthouse alive. but eventually, i realized: i had nothing left to give. i was giving past myself.

this is the most honest piece in my collection. and the most painful. it’s not really pretty? it just is what it is hahaha. just a moment where i was like yeah, i don’t know if i can do this anymore?

this is for anyone who’s ever pushed themselves too far. for whoever kept pouring even when their cup was empty.

thanks for reading through what felt like my lowest point with clarthouse. i wasn’t sure if I’d ever share this piece, but it’s honestly one of my favorite drawings I’ve ever done. it feels so.. me. and i guess that’s the scariest part about it.