The illustration feels like a fleeting moment caught in a mirror—equal parts vulnerable and unsettling. The figure’s half-smirk and shadowed eyes whisper secrets that linger just out of reach, while the streaked redness on his neck and sleeves hints at something raw beneath the surface. The soft, muted tones of the scene contrast against the sharp intensity of his gaze, as if he’s inviting the viewer into his world but daring them to stay too long.

It’s intimate and dark, tender yet jarring, capturing the complexities of someone who holds both charm and chaos in the palm of their hand—literally, as they document themselves. There’s beauty in this eerie imperfection, like a quiet rebellion against what’s expected. It’s a snapshot of someone living in their truth, however shadowed or scarred that may be.