Made with acrylic and blood.

This painting was supposed to be an expression for falling. I was at a time when people treated me badly, in a way that told me that I was not good enough, that what I do is not good enough and that there is a place for me, but not the place that want, that I don't worth as much as I think I worth. It took me a while to get over these people and voices, telling me that I'm not good enough, and I had this process during this painting, and the painting became a painting of strength and survival, the blood was no longer the blood of a victim, but the power of life and femininity, a strength to show the world something different, something of mine.

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