Everything here charges forward, fists clenched, eyes wide, lines slicing through red. It’s the moment just before you lose control, and somehow that feels like freedom. The composition does not collapse, it accelerates. Instinct is not portrayed as chaos, but as a force that already knows where it is going. The repetition of eyes and gestures suggests awareness inside the surge, as if even at full speed there is clarity. This is not escape from structure, it is the instant when structure becomes movement.

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Instinct isn’t loss of control. It’s a return to self.
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Oil Pastel, Oil,
Spraypaint 100 x 100 cm