oh no, wait a second, oh god i'm having a breakdown, what do i do, oh no

cardboard, felt, paint, plastic

10” x 8.5” x 9”

2020

You know things are getting a bit rough when you find yourself crying on the kitchen floor.

Where the kitchen acts as the heart of the house, the kitchen floor is like the pit of your stomach, the place you only notice when it fills with dread or joy. Reserved for drunk friends at the end of a long night or as a place of pure isolation. It’s a good place to cry, all in all, and think we all deserve a good cry at the very least.