This piece is layered with fragments of past versions of myself. Torn-out journal pages, old sketchbook doodles, and bits of thoughts I once considered important. It reminds me of the streets here in Melbourne, posters stacked over posters, graffiti half-erased and rewritten, a living, breathing history of everything that came before. Maybe that’s what this piece is, too. A goodbye to the selves I’ve left behind, or maybe just an acceptance that they’ll always be there, buried beneath the next layer of paint.
The background is a collage of personal history, layered with paint in deep purples and washed-out whites. There’s a duality here, soft and raw in the layered background, strong and unapologetic in the stance.
“Whatever You Think” feels like an ending, but maybe it’s more of a transition. A reflection of past identities, woven into something new. A reminder that no matter how much we change, parts of who we were will always remain, faded, covered, rewritten, but never completely gone.
