Reminds me of Goya, it has the same feeling of doom and rage

No one can stop me, the streets belong to me. The traffic means nothing, the gaps open before me, I shoot through, no brakes, I fly.

That adrenaline in nightmares, where you are afraid but thrilled to have a chance to run from all the darkness and somehow know it’s a dream but rethinks your reality too. And you run faster that you could in real life. It is freeing.

Reminds me of times that I felt like running away from an endless spiral of jagged thoughts

This painting makes me think of someone consuming themself - a powerful passion, like a fire burning, too strong to resist but destroying oneself. A workaholic, an alcoholic, an artist, a maniac

The perspective you look at the world determines what you see. Things are always multi-faceted, and the truth can be more than one. Just like this drawing, my mind cannot decide if it sees a fox face, flames, a bunch of people cycling, or a dinosaur :)

Wishing to run more, to fly at least, and be less heavy

Which Persona will lead today? Only in motion I am a dancing flame like you. My muscles are strong enough to cut through time, my hair volatile to greet interlocutors and companions with bridges they need. Fire and the wheel. Proud human heading towards the sun.

How I feel on my bike sometimes

Feel Like ghosts of the past are hunting my evolving self, trying to snap and hold.

Go go go and never stop. And then you evolve without even recognizing it.

Seems to me the power of all emotions ☄️

Reminds me of a phoenix rising. Fearless and on the brink of change.

Man on Fire or just late to work? Conflicted about what he is and where he should be. Teeth and jaws consuming himself from the inside… now the demons come out and they are many ..not running… not cycling… tumbling through space and time all at once, consumed by an unknown enemy in an invisible dimension