"They drift through the atmosphere,
their blue eyes sucked dry
by the ordeal of seeing,
exuding gaps in the landscape as water
exudes mist. They blink
and reality shivers."
- Margaret Atwood, `The Saints'
Learning to love one's self is hard. There are a multitude of faces inside of us - some we like, some we don't. But, turning your gaze on your own eyes, although painful, is necessary to growth.
My favourite work I made this year. Thank you all for sticking with me through this crazy time. I couldn't have kept creating without all the wonderful support from you, be it through Patreon or liking, sharing and commenting. You guys are the best ?