Prompt: A woman facing multiple mirrors in a dark room, her reflection fractured and distorted, surrounded by floating strips of striped fabric, one mirror frame completely empty. Creative Process: There was something deeply unsettling about exploring the recursive nature of self-reflection. i painted this after spending three days in an empty museum, watching how the security mirrors created infinite corridors of nothingness. the way a figure can become trapped between two reflecting surfaces, multiplying endlessly until identity dissolves into pure form. it reminded me of those victorian madhouses where patients were forced to confront their own image until they either broke or became whole again. the green walls weren't an accident - they echo the institutional colors of those old asylums, where the paint was chosen specifically to calm the nerves while simultaneously representing the slow rot of the mind..