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This was me unleashing. It’s raw, loud, emotional. I painted it when I was angry—not at a person, but at the world, at injustice, at the ugliness women are forced to wear like armor. The face is distorted because pain distorts reality. Her eyes—my eyes, maybe—are tired, intense, and unwilling to look away. While working on this piece, I felt the blood rush to my hands. It was a purge.
The style is expressionist, bordering on abstraction, with harsh, angular brushstrokes and deep shadows. The color palette is limited—flesh tones, blood reds, charcoal blacks—meant to reflect intensity rather than realism. The face tilts upward, lit dramatically, with fragmented planes that suggest both injury and strength. It’s not a beautiful painting, but it’s brave, and that was the point.
This was me unleashing. It’s raw, loud, emotional. I painted it when I was angry—not at a person, but at the world, at injustice, at the ugliness women are forced to wear like armor. The face is distorted because pain distorts reality. Her eyes—my eyes, maybe—are tired, intense, and unwilling to look away. While working on this piece, I felt the blood rush to my hands. It was a purge.
The style is expressionist, bordering on abstraction, with harsh, angular brushstrokes and deep shadows. The color palette is limited—flesh tones, blood reds, charcoal blacks—meant to reflect intensity rather than realism. The face tilts upward, lit dramatically, with fragmented planes that suggest both injury and strength. It’s not a beautiful painting, but it’s brave, and that was the point.