This piece is about the moment of exhaustion — when you reach the edge of caring, and indifference becomes its own kind of liberation. There is a violence in that feeling, but also a strange clarity: once you stop giving your last fuck, the weight of rules, judgment, and expectation begins to fall away.
The repetition of words, slowly erased, mirrors the fading importance of what once consumed energy. The absurdity of order — tickets, rules, appearances — collides with the raw gesture of refusal. It is both self-destructive and freeing, a declaration that sometimes the only way forward is through letting go completely.
For me, this work is not about despair but about release — about recognizing the absurdity of control and finding a twisted kind of peace in simply not caring anymore.
One of a kind original artwork.
Dimensions: 11x14