Do Not Bend (Tales Of The Totally Expected!)

My working week is now so fractured that I lose track of where I am. I feel unmoored and disconnected but also sometimes anxious, angry and sad all at the same time. Some weeks I'm in my studio for only two days and others three or even four - it just makes everything oddly skewed, as if I've missed something important but can't quite figure out what it is. Everything feels slightly queasy and unsure and yet I feel so guilty about my sense of discombobulation when many others are experiencing much worse situations than I am. I have food, a home and a job for which I am so grateful.
I'd been for my outdoor exercise today so I decided to do a sort of still life to reflect the contradictory nature of these past few weeks. Not sure if I've succeeded.