As a little cute boy, all that mattered was being in touch with girls and kissing them. A tyrant in my family hated it and always publicly scolded me no matter what my acts or words. I must be quiet and avoid drawing attention to me; I must be mentally ill. I had no idea it was meant to avoid women. None intervened, showed me any love, or gave me any knowledge. Anxiety, sadness, confusion, and frustration washed over me. Darkness fell over me. I was bullied and judged by cruel others, and along with social pressure, I fought to fit in, but I ended up with severe depression as a result. My mental injury went on even after getting therapy. Life was difficult, and I felt hopeless, so I was able to retire early. I had no clue why. A very unusual-looking tribal woman is seen here, with a big round plate inserted in the lip, adorned with a bandana, feathers, and sticks sticking out from behind, with a ponytail, and adorned with necklaces, earrings, and plugs. She wears a comfy blanket that covers her shoulders. A humane tribal life in freedom, ease, calm, and kindness is what I urge for alongside tribal patterns. In a lack of rules and norms, I am free to unfold. The front silver grid warns us that she is in prison for her looks in the evil and power-hungry West. Give it the attention it deserves. The circles' butterflies and keywords aim to promote good attributes such as cuteness, honesty, and love while punishing fakeness, evilness, and determination. Frustration, a lack of love, the fact that humans are false and evil, and the look of an attractive woman are all what the circles from my pupils tell. My mental illness led me to feel afraid and restrained.

Artwork Size & Ink Base:

Size: 119 x 84 cm.

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