This is a picture of a dying plant. I painted it in the deepest pit of the Corona-induced social distancing regime, exactly at the time, when I would watch with real and honest interest video tutorials on how to make a King Kong out of chocolate.
I do not see myself as a dying plant, however there were times when I felt like one. So I should say, i do not see myself as a dying plant right now, but I know it can happen, as it happened before.
Currently, the plant is doing fine. I repositioned it within the space of the flat. Maybe all it takes is to be repositioned. Or to reposition oneself.