This is the precursor to my picture, “Adoration.” This one deals with the process of stuffing feelings. It’s hard to tell, but the first words are, “I am…” and then random letters fall throughout. Why? By the time feelings are stuffed it’s hard to even comprehend what words were even rationally put in place during the thought process. All that is exposed is smoke, or the outer way we handle these feelings. Done wrong and the cycle starts again, until, in the final picture, it’s dealt with in a healthy way