This piece captures the instant when exhaustion turns into freedom — when the struggle to care finally burns out, leaving only silence and release. The repetition of the word across the background echoes the noise of everything that once mattered, each layer of color slowly erased by black paint, like memories fading into indifference.
The figure on the platform, miming a gun to his head, becomes both tragic and liberated — a symbol of the self-destructive clarity that comes when you decide to stop fighting for what no longer deserves your energy.
For me, this work is about surrender — not in weakness, but in acceptance. It’s the moment you exhale and let the world spin without you, when detachment becomes survival, and peace is found in no longer giving a fuck.
One of a kind original artwork.
Dimensions: 11x14