Time doesn’t just weather you. It stains you.
My new self-portrait, “Collapse.” An unflinching look at the acidic passage of time, rendered in a clash of textured orange and chemical magenta. It’s about the weight of self-inspection when you feel the world, and yourself, beginning to corrode.
The gaze is everything. It’s what’s left when the rest starts to dissolve.
What does this stare, surrounded by such vibrant decay, say to you?
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