It is scary to lose yourself in the flow of other people's ambitions, in the pressure and stereotypes of people around you, in the desire to conform to imaginary ideals, in an imposed sense of guilt. You need to be a good girl, a right girl, convenient for everyone. Society demands and sets standards, in pursuit of which the personality is erased. Coming to the end of the tether, someone transgresses it, dissolves into alien’s consciousness, ceases to be himself, becomes a reflection of false ideas and demands. And not everyone can return to himself.
The heroine of this picture was able to return. Her gaze reflects the pain of struggling with external obstacles and internal
demons. She looks deep into it, learns to understand her essence, to separate the real from the fake. Swollen bitten lips here are
as a symbol of protest. And the shotting up hair that directed to the sky, to God. Catching, like antennas, a signal from space,
her hair reflects the flight of a soul that has regained wings. The return of herself.