Cycles of Self

 We all have those childhood photos tucked away. When we glance at them, it hits us how swiftly time goes by. There's this wish to hit pause, but we know it's just the way life works. Death is a part of this inevitable cycle, something that we actually encounter several times as our body transforms every seven years. The child we once were is like a different person compared to the teenager, adult, or elder we become.

In this artwork, my brother and I are featured. He's got a clock, and his eye has this Dali-esque melted look, staring at the clock like a madman. Why? Because he's older, and time seems to sprint faster for him.

Honestly, it's a bit perplexing. I grapple with the reality I'm living in, tangled up in emotions, problems, and the whole rollercoaster of growing up. And right beside us, our souls shine like little beacons of hope, ready for countless adventures ahead before the final REINCARNATION