this is another version of me, broken down and rebuilt, piece by piece. the hair stands loud, defiant, like it’s got something to say before i even open my mouth. inspired by neo-expressionism, it’s messy, loud, and unapologetic. the colors fight, they scream, they bleed into each other—raw, like life, like truth. the face is stripped bare, but it’s still holding secrets, still daring you to look closer. it’s messy, it’s human, it’s alive. this isn’t about being clean or perfect—it’s about being real. if you feel it, then maybe you’re part of it too.