Description
It’s a portrait of world where truth has been stretched to thin to recognize- where people wear layers not to stay warm but to stay hidden. This abstract piece is not about deception for gain but the kind we do to survive. To fit. To be accepted. To not be alone.
It’s about the exhaustion of lying- to others, to ourselves. It’s about the small daily betrayals of spirit: the smile that isn’t real, the silence that hides a scream, the version of ourselves we keep feeding the world while the real one starves beneath.
