Moon Aliza – Green asks: how close can beauty and madness sit before they blur into the same silhouette?
A confrontation dressed as a whisper, it stares back with serene poise—even as its details unravel into a strange duality: controlled chaos. At first, a composed face gazes out, framed in fiery orange hair. But look again: the symmetry betrays itself. Lashes turn to branches, brows distort, and the mouth is a painted truth—too bold to be soft.
This piece doesn't beg to be understood. It invites unease, a questioning of how much of your "balance" is just well-curated survival. As birds strut on the crown like memories in motion, the question remains: are we spiraling in, or out?
