Metamorphosis

Anonymous

Trash, clay, tape, and acrylic paint

  • A confession. I fear about finding out who I am. The bits and pieces we despise of our subconscious. Hidden deep down. Yet, we are taught that self-love is unconditional for all aspects. “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”. If the facade disappears, would we still love ourselves? Our hatred. Our insecurity. Our doubts. All regurgitated into a physical form. Forced to look upon yourself. The question changes. Should you love every part of yourself?

  • The embodiment of humanity.From media, transcending traditional communication. Someone’s voice. Story. Passion. Obsession. Experience. Interest. Expression. In the end, it is human.Something that can’t be taken away from us.

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