It's me, or rather my bust.
As a matter of fact it's a relatively old pic that was taken by my ex BF (2015) on witch I've been workin' for a few weeks to give it a new graphic perspective by drawing it manually.
I'm not sure I'm able to explain in words my "relationship" with this creation or feelings that I give it.
I don't remember bein' sad or something like that when I posed on but I feel to look very vulnerable taken like this, that's maybe why I feel retroactivly sad, like if bein' vulnerable was weakness for what I should blame myself... I mean accept or lookin' like voluntarily as failable, isn't it a gift made for free to those who want to shut you down?
Anyway, I'm a lil' depressed on this moment (think you guys guessed it don't you? 😉) and when something isn't really funny sometimes, I often think about how I look like to be feelin' and thinkin' on what was initially a simple photo ; Like if I would like to test me to know if I was able to sense myself through a consciously altered representation of the inner self.
Paradoxically, if I see a failability in the expression of weakness, I don't think the same about the expression of a depression ; like I wrote previously, anyone is able to guess this kind of feeling.s. , to look and understand through, to pierce out false faces... Then, why should we (try to) hide miserably an indissimulable evidence?
Furthermore I think depression has undeniable advantages : surpassing oneself in creativity. When I'm depressed I could create and create more than I never did, new, otherwise, faster, better (stronger lol 😂)
But I prefer to not say too much for now : you'll know more soon