Everything Will Be Alright is imperfectly smeared across a collision of slashes, as though someone is trying to convince themselves before anyone else. The message offers reassurance, yet the surrounding violence contradicts it.
The words feel both defiant and fragile - a mantra whispered in the middle of a storm, repeated through clenched teeth and layered over panic. The contrast creates tension as the phrase blends into the wounds on the canvas, making it unclear whether the words are healing the chaos or becoming part of it.
Sometimes truth is not hope or denial - but the desperate space between them.
