I haven’t had much energy for larger pieces recently, but sketching has become a way to release what’s building up inside. This piece I’m sharing is a little eerie—and that’s intentional. I wanted to capture the feeling of paranoid perfectionism that’s been taking over me lately.
The distortion in the face represents the fear I’m carrying. The fear of not being good enough. The constant fight—even with myself—to be a better version of who I am. I know it’s not the healthiest mindset, but it’s where I’ve been recently.
Art helps me let it out. Maybe some of you can relate?
