Boundless horizons: Carnival of Inner Demons

I painted this during a moment of internal noise.

The faces began stacking themselves — as if one emotion could not exist alone. The devourer above, the fractured innocence at the side, the distorted witness at the top.

It became a portrait of psychological layering. Of masks feeding on masks.

There is no single identity here. Only tension.

This is not a character piece. It is an x-ray of emotion.