Even art betrays
All my sureties are dissolving. There are no certainties. I still have the knowledge of God but everything else is mush. All my previous stands seem off. What I asserted doesn’t feel right. Even projecting my art feels off. I am torn between observation and drawing from knowledge. “Observation drawing” conflicts with “knowledge of form” drawing. I have trouble reconciling this. So even art betrays, and all I am left with is knowing of the above.