This piece is about the kind of anger that doesn’t explode—it builds. It sits beneath the surface, hot and restless, while everything above it tries to stay composed.
The flashes of red feel like heat breaking through, while the dark layers and heavy marks carry the weight of everything being held back. There’s tension in it, but also control. Because sometimes anger isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s what happens when you’ve carried too much for too long and something inside you finally says, enough.
9×12 inch framed acrylic
This piece is about the kind of anger that doesn’t explode—it builds. It sits beneath the surface, hot and restless, while everything above it tries to stay composed.
The flashes of red feel like heat breaking through, while the dark layers and heavy marks carry the weight of everything being held back. There’s tension in it, but also control. Because sometimes anger isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s what happens when you’ve carried too much for too long and something inside you finally says, enough.
9×12 inch framed acrylic