when Loss said his goodbyes, he made way for His son, Anger. Anger was merciless. Anger took over Her, made Her wear red tinted glasses, spun Her around several times and gave Her a knife. She saw red everywhere She went. Her rage was dizzying, really. She wanted to break and hurt everything that came across Her. revenge boiled in Her mind - if She lost everything, couldn’t She at least make them pay? wasn't She worthy of at least compensation or an apology? where was the justice? She couldn’t think clearly, there was no plan, the world was stripped of Her normal colors. She sat down, shaking, breathing as deeply as She could. Anger needed to subside if She wanted to move forward.
Technique: digital painting. Size: 1668 x 2388 px Type: image/jpeg Date: 7/12/2021