Here’s a piece I did one night, where I re-envisioned a sci-fi/horrific version of 1984. Instead of Big Brother we have… Big Mother. In this picture Winston is being tortured, being forced to look at the omnipresent mask of Big Mum. I had a whole other crazy story involving aliens and things like that.
While I don’t feel like this piece is all that, I think it’s an important one because it points out to me where I need to improve and push myself.