Chained...

A new piece with a new style but the same concept. Stripped and chained. Vulnerable and hurt, nailed to reality like Jesus to his cross. There is really no chance to escape this bond. No knife could cut it, not even the cold hands of death could untangle it. There must be a way out, I just don't see it. My brain is full of adrenaline, blood pumped in my veins with high pressure, my mind lost in the fore coming seizure euphoria.
Chained to sleepless nights, drowning in fear and paranoia, all as a result of...past trauma. I wear my scars with pride.

Elise enjoying the autumn wind

Another self portrait.
"Elise enjoying the autumn wind in her hair".
I did not forget about the promise I made, Portraits of Eloise and Evangeline coming up! In addition to them, I will also add for you paintings of The Saviour (no, not Jesus), the unknown tired rider that helped Elise rebuild her Labyrinth Garden. 
Also, I would like to announce that in a matter of days, you will also have the english version of my stories.
'Till then...don't let the wind dry up your tears.