Exit Vectors: Where It Hurts

Prompt: Face containing smaller faces within its features, each inner face expressing a different horror, eyes holding tiny screaming mouths. Creative Process: Deep in the neural folds, where consciousness fragments like shattered mirrors, these faces emerged. they were singing a song that existed before sound, their mouths frozen in an eternal scream that never pierces the air. it reminded me of francis bacon's studies of screaming popes, but instead of religious agony, this was about the collective unconscious trying to wake itself from a dream it cannot escape. the faces multiply like a virus of emotion, each one a reflection of the last, until they fade into the darkness of forgotten memories..