Netherworld Emanation

Remnants of buried isolation and angst from my youth, still linger disconcertingly in the background of my psyche. This haunting alien landscape feels immature, like a surviving relic from that adolescent time. The original piece, which I rearranged because the composition was too predictable, resembled cells floating in veins. I overworked the drawing, while struggling to integrate its layered pieces. A need to overcompensate and work too hard, has been a lifelong coping mechanism for underlying feelings of inadequacy and despair.