Some days, the sun sets and you barely notice.

You’re too busy surviving. Too tired to care. You get caught in that loop — where everything feels off, but you can’t explain why. Like your brain is holding its breath. Like the world kept moving and forgot to bring you along.

This painting is called Sunset, but it’s not the kind you watch with a glass of wine and a cozy sweater. It’s the other kind. The kind you drive straight into with no map, no plan, and no one waiting at the other side.

You ever feel like that?
Like you missed the exit a long time ago but you just keep going because… what else is there?

Yeah. That’s what this one’s about.

There’s a road in this painting. You can see it. Winding, black, lined with dashes that almost look like they’re whispering, “Keep going. Just keep going.” The colors are loud on purpose. They don’t care if they’re clashing. Neither do you when you’re at your lowest. You just want to feel something.

And then — somewhere in all that chaos — there’s the sun. Spinning. Bold. Still there.

That’s the part that gets me.

Because no matter how off-track you get, or how much you spiral, that damn sun is still showing up.
Still glowing like it has something to prove.
Still there — reminding you that just making it through the day is sometimes the win.

And here’s the silver lining, the part most people don’t talk about:

The road doesn’t have to make sense.

You don’t have to know where it’s going.
You don’t need a passenger.
You don’t even need to be okay yet.

All you need is the drive. And if you’ve still got that?
You’re already on your way.

So yeah, this painting means a lot.
It’s messy. A little intense. Probably too colorful for some people.
But that’s fine.

Some of us were never meant to be beige anyway.

-N Mokashi
Mokashiart.com