Listen son, the Cosmos is big, but you are small. You got a head, so do stand tall. The answers you seek, within you they fall. You seek outside, it's your call.
Her hands cover her face as she dreams of being born anew, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of her existence, fly to freedom only to fall like Icarus.
Aggressive strokes drawn with a menacing palette. Reminiscent of a modern version of one of my favorites 'Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X' by Francis Bacon.