Conceptual based mixed media abstract art in miniature.
Not him. Not her. Just a soul,
Unskined.
Flowers outside, flood inside.
We wear color to hide the blank.
Tears don't fall on the cheeks, they melt and pool in the chest.
The face is blank, where it should feel.
The bright life we show is just a facade worn over self - criticism, dark & depressive thoughts that never sleeps.
May be it's safer to pretend the bloom than showing the blank.
This abstract is that war — between the gallery we curate for others, and the empty, scorched room we live in alone.