In Hunt, I’ve stumbled upon a haunting fusion of automatism and body painting—a somber blend that echoes the bleakness of my inner turmoil. With each dripping of paint, I surrender to the relentless pull of my instincts, transforming my body into a canvas of despair. This agonizing process transcends mere creation; it’s a descent into the depths of darkness, a release of all restraint, allowing my inner demons to surface unabated. It’s a cruel dance between chaos and control, a cacophony of muted hues and distorted forms emerging from the recesses of my tormented mind. Through this tortured expression, I seek to challenge the confines of conventional art, beckoning viewers to confront the harrowing intersection of pain, body, and creativity. Join me on this harrowing odyssey as we navigate the shadows of automatism and body painting, where every stroke is a silent scream and every movement a desperate plea for release.