The world is a station, a place to take lesson, balanced between two inescapable things: on the one hand, is the intertwining of our lives in this field called humanity, and on the other hand, is that one day we’ll move-on from here again. Whatever one believes happens next is none of my business, nor concern. But while here, either we can lose ourselves in the amusements of the gift shops, or take up the rigorous art of the science of the soul, and purchase something greater to move towards when we’re done here.

At times, we encounter sweet dishes that melt the heart; other times, they’re so bitter we’re pushed to revolt; and still other times, we take repose in that fine balance of sweet and sour. We encounter shivers in dark and cold places, but also rejoice in the light and open spaces as we discover the beating heart of universal life and the individual part we play.

Fedup Sheep is a bit of feel-good in a world crying out for it; the struggle for individuality in a world that seeks to constrain. It’s minimalist; a touch of inspirational. While to those feeling lost, helpless, unheard, depressed, worthless, seeking another way but unable to find it, we’re reaching out a hand (or is that hoof?) and saying, “You’re not alone, my friend,” because we’ve been there, too.