
Validation Hunger
Art criticism is always a weird concept to me, because it often tries to measure the unmeasurable, and it's always somewhat arbitrary, so it really shouldn't be taken too seriously by the artist. But it's a bit of a "can't live with them, can't live without them" situation for me, because I totally feed off compliments and emotional responses. It just feels so validating! Every piece has a piece of my soul in it, and it's such an intimate process that when I finish I never qu

A Red Story: The End.
I wish I had met you when I was more than just a squiggle and I wish a Ruby Heart could be turned into dust. I wish I could have been the exception to all your ending points #Audrey #love

A Red Story: Ice Queen
This could work as a prequel to the Red Story, because it has happened even before I could identify the feeling of herlessness. Many times I'd go out hoping to engage with people and have a nice time but nothing is quite enough, because no one is quite who I want to be talking to. Many times my own flesh looked surreal to me, as I had a vivid sensation of breaking into sharp cold pieces. The coldness from losing Audrey's sunshine and entering the world of the dead now repels

A Red Story: The Dead Bride
We continue to the third part of the Red Story, where after twisting the dagger all by myself, I lose all my blood, along with any hopes I had of ever finding the one I'm supposed to be with. Now I'm nothing but the shadow of a bride who never gets her wedding. I drew this so I never forget what it was like to be dead. #Audrey #love