not cruelty, this is love. comin from a woman with wor(l)d.

This piece doesn’t have a lot of emotions. It gives of a feeling of death and coldness.

This composition offers a thought-provoking exploration of a character slowly submerging beneath the weight of external forces. I would presume the emotional age of the character to be greater than what we see portrayed here. The visceral imagery of drowning under pressure is palpable, amplified by the outwardly manifestation of her tongue, as if, an unbridled stream of words escape beyond the character's command. As an observer, I am compelled to ponder the duality of perspective: does the figure gaze back at the viewer, inviting introspection, or does she serve as a conduit for conveying the silent narratives of those who once lent an ear to her voice? This ambiguity invites a multiplicity of interpretations, blurring the lines between subject and observer.

I think it’s creepy but on the other hand very beautiful. The eyes of the girl are empty but also she looks into your soul.

The agony of forgiveness Emotions coming to words as a blood lake and the eyes searching for acceptance and understanding in agony

Where do we put the poison that kills us inside? It comes subtly out from our mouth if we don’t transform it into energy.

And what you don’t eat, will eat you.

Deep sadness as feelings of gloom overtake reality slithering out and encapsulating one’s body and being. A strength in confronting the inaction of those witnessing this.

Intense, impressive.

I look at this and I feel that when I die I hope and want to assimilate into the world like this. With my blood gushing out Also this piece is really pretty wtf

I think this piece communicate very well what it feels like to slowly fall apart and feel lost. It feels like you are drowning while unable to ask for help

Im not sure she is alive, or dying maybe. The colors are beautiful but the image is scary and very distressing. I cannot stop looking at it.

I feel like she suffered and now has connected and found peace within the pain

Tongue-tied and tired. Trying to find the right words, there’s so much to be said and so little time.

Female gaze - the eyes are directly staring into the viewer, doesn’t just want to be seen but also heard. It feels to me like the person wants to tell a story, look is glassy (potentially from crying ?). The emotions are coming out through the mouth as a seemingly monstrous tongue 😜 ready to feast.

Her sad eyes look at me through the screen and I feel kind of trapped. They are saying “you are just like me, don’t pretend. You’re also feeling pain and sometimes giving pain to someone. “

Lies or truth you decide

Floated in water there is no need to cry💧 ‘Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.’ W. S.