Self, as Ruin and Rise

Cement, Charcoal, Clay, TV picture tube, Tablelamp, Cloth, Acrylics

Molded by the outside forces, shaped by the weight of expectations, victories, and identity, trophies I never asked for, and the silent burden of becoming. Though its broken, it still burns and holding the heat of passion, pain, and resilience. I see myself in both ruin and rise, not perfection, but the power to rebuild, to carry light through cracks, and to keep moving forward.