I made this painting when my mind wasn’t okay. I was stuck in a dark place, paranoid, anxious, afraid of everything and nothing at the same time. It felt like the world was closing in, and I couldn’t trust my own thoughts.

The eyes in the painting? That’s how it felt. Like I was always being watched, even alone. The mouths? All the things I wanted to say but couldn’t get out.

That blue figure in the corner laughing? That’s what the paranoia felt like. Loud. Cruel. Always there.
I painted what was going on in my head because I didn’t know how else to let it out. It was messy, painful but real.
And even in all that darkness, I left a message to myself: Flowers grow out of dark moments. I guess I was hoping I’d believe it.
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