#4 Versions of myself

"Versions of Myself" feels like a storm of faces caught mid-roar, each expression a shard of emotion splintered from the same soul. The crowded red figures press in with clenched jaws and furrowed brows, a chorus of anger and unrest that threatens to swallow individuality whole. Yet in the midst of it all, one darker face pushes through, not louder, but heavier, its gaze carrying the weight of a different truth. It’s a portrait of multiplicity, the way rage and resistance echo in layers, how the self fractures and reforms under pressure until what remains is not one version, but a restless choir of identities, all demanding to be seen.