This painting evokes to me a deep sense of introspection, as though stepping into a quiet, intimate moment of someone’s inner world. The figure’s expression, coupled with the tear-like accents and vibrant yet soft colors, feels like a portrait of someone wrestling with a life that doesn’t align with who they truly are—much like a performer or a clown, masking their true self for others. The hands reaching toward her seem to represent the influence or expectations of others, pulling at her, shaping her.

What is to be girl

Comedy is just giving your consistent pain n sense of not belonging a new name and treat them as 'that's all you got I am greater than that'.

Clowns don’t cry, they melt

It reminds me to let go. It is okay to feel whatever feeling we experience. It is not always going to be sunny so enjoy the shades as well.

A clown draining out her audience’s energy, like a sponge, to be able to absorb again

We give what we wish we were receiving. But when empty, we should also let others charge us.