This was my take on the concept of loving oneself, there was a time when I was struggling and I didnt know how to live for myseld but then I got to...

The Artist feels like they could never be the muse and The Muse feels like they could never be the artist.

In a cold, empty room, Joan sits bound and alone as a shadowed figure lowers a barbed wire crown onto her head, its spikes drawing blood and tears....

This was my take on the concept of loving oneself, there was a time when I was struggling and I didnt know how to live for myseld but then I got to...

The Artist feels like they could never be the muse and The Muse feels like they could never be the artist.

The Artist feels like they could never be the muse and The Muse feels like they could never be the artist.

In a cold, empty room, Joan sits bound and alone as a shadowed figure lowers a barbed wire crown onto her head, its spikes drawing blood and tears....