Do you ever feel like your wings are being shattered into shadows and fragments, the weight of everything just drowning you? Yet you indulge in this heavy spell because you thrive under pressure. They don’t know that broken feathers can merge into new wings.
“Drown Me So I Can Fly” (9×12)
An assignment I did for my ink media class a while back. We had to do four self portraits. This is one of them. We weren’t allowed to use brushes, pens, or anything that was an actual tool or art supply. I relied on broken twigs and flower petals to make “natural” brushes.
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