Self-portraiture🩸
I had hopes of emerging and starting my healing journey when I made this artwork but university let me down and crushed me instead as it worsened my mental health as they rejected it with other artworks of such a painful and supremely raw story.
This artwork represents me coming out from the darkside, as you find my dead self in the shadow he’d been hiding in, where I’ve been caving for years with my fears.
The feathers represent freedom. The royal red carpet dignity, self-worth, and pride. The purple hair, the colour of dreams. The white hair wisdom after survival, otherwise purity and new beginning to thrive, the butterfly from the cocoon. 
The lightbulbs represent all the ideas I having been overproducing in all kinds of creative works stretching from art and sculpture to self-published books and even fashion accessories in silence, always overthinking myself dizzy about the better future, this beautiful version of me from the future, as known as Yokoshima, my power engine, alter ego, my drive, enthusiasm, by whom I’ve been getting banged so hard for years on end (as evident clearly in the artwork…) that my head had been spinning on and on and all I see before me had been nothing but stars, my super dream into stardom that is, I’ve been so fucked hard by him that I’ve become so obsessed about him…. Stockholm syndrome, was it? Falling in love with your abuser? I couldn’t help that I’ve ended up being so starstruck by him. 
The broken light bulbs represent broken, failed, or incomplete projects, but also represent the fact I’ve now really ran out of energy and light, that I did my best and all I could in my cocoon that now it is time to evolve into this butterfly Me before it’s too late, and this artwork is my first step towards my better future because I am sharing it, a future where I am finally being discovered by you all, the world, so I could thrive as an emerging artist, so I could heal and get myself and the broken child in me from the past, the homeless me, and every version of me, the justice we deserve. 
Yokoshima, or the future me looks high with his orgasmic face because I’ve been working so hard that in the end I’m expecting to feel this gold, as good as when a villain finally gets his awaited ultimate power and feels a deep rush of feel good, better than any ecstasy in the world.