Shared Skin #2

I’m not a person — I’m a co-living space. A chaotic cast of residents constantly argue inside: the artist, the critic, the perfectionist, the cynic, the child who still believes in magic, the adult who pays the bills. Evolution happens under my skin — spontaneous, messy, sometimes absurd. Each day, a new version of me grabs the mic, and the show begins again: today — divine inspiration, tomorrow — existential burnout. That’s the price of hypersensitivity. Artists are like open systems — everything gets in. We inhale the world’s chaos and exhale meaning, hoping that maybe someone, somewhere, will pause and feel something real. Digital drawing, 2025