This piece came out of a night when nothing made sense, but I couldn’t stop drawing. I kept seeing the image in my head: hands splitting open reality like skin, revealing something older than memory. Not violent, not forced—just inevitable. The eye isn’t watching you. It’s *you*, watching yourself from the other side of forgetting. Some art arrives like a vision. Some arrives like a confession. This felt like both.
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