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I can really feel this way on one level or another all the time. never truly goes away. shame, as paradoxical as it is makes us both human, yet feeling inhuman. something "less. discarded. or otherly."
that shadow never really gone. you can see how he is enveloped in his own shadow, beside himself. hiding behind his hands out of something worse than humiliation. you can see the frustration of the mildly contorted way he holds his head. his wrist bend atop his skull at an awkward angle. his other hand almost clawing at the most vulnerable parts of his face- both PROTECTING and harming them at the same time.
i had a charcoal/red/mixed textile art piece i made where i put my own hair and fingernails on it and used my bodily fluids (tears and sweat) to smear the paint so my stress hormones would be a part of the painting and my body was a part of it. that this paining comes from me.
there were eyes hidden all throughout it and a thin wide sideways mouth with razor teeth.
wish i had it here and not locked in my DORM.