This piece touches mental health- the insecurities ,grief and morbidity behind an expression of your day to day stranger, peer and others. The unimaginable. All the ugly, raw. It’s more of an exaggerated expression though, very blunt. Whenever I have too much going all in one moment I imagine I could simply take my head off. Detach the maker of the making to just sit in complete silence. To be unbothered, no hearing, no speaking. This idea is pretty unrealistic as we know you’d be deceased, but the gore of it all is adding to the emotions and the intensity of them. So looking past all this, basically is a representation of what I would do for a sense of relief and relaxation- if I were to have the option, it’d be my head. (Less red, and gore the less intrusiveness, the more blood the more anger, sadness is pent up within.)
