School: Homer High School
I made this to specifically show my parents and friends what anxiety is like for me. The brain’s gears overworking, breaking the window to the soul, and preventing speech. There is also a “bleeding heart” in the portrait, but looking back, a better representation would have been a hole, a feeling of nothing. The other side is simply me, nothing too interesting. I suppose I went a bit overboard on there with side’s creepy factor. The hole in the head was interpreted too often as a gunshot, which would depict something that isn’t a part of me. Oh well, I gave it a good shot.