A relatable piece, an indifferent gaze against the pain and unrelenting cycle of disrespect we endure over the years. Slowly but surely our tears turn red, thickened by lost loves and subtle slights, friends no longer close, family members gone, to witness the suffering of the world has an effect on us all.

Beautiful use of the watercolour, the blood tracks are native to the art material.

Broken feelings

I wish I could turn my legitimate aggression on the aggressor in real time instead of myself. Then perhaps, I’d stop crying with bloody tears and love wouldn’t tear us apart 🤞🤞🤞🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

crying out my dreams

Not suffering pain.