My Own Worst Enemy

Bitter cycles of hatred spiral inwardly as options dwindle, eventually but a single one remains. One of us must die that much is clear, but how will we recover from what we lose in the process?

For meaning or without, this piece is a practice in shape, texture, and color: embodying the wild and directionless anger that we often find ourselves trapped within.

Made with Paint Tool Sai. 2021