My Devil

My Devil is an image of the part of me that almost never comes to the surface. The painting is an explosion of tension, fire, and movement—accumulated energy that has been held back for a long time. The intense red at the center represents my inner flame, a force I usually keep under control.

The sharp lines and dark contrasts show the pressure that builds over time. The forms feel like strikes, like a scream searching for a way out. The lighter elements and circular shapes act as warnings—boundaries that should not be crossed.

Very, very rarely do I turn into a devil. But if someone keeps stepping on my head for a long time, if my patience is exhausted and my boundaries are repeatedly violated, this side of me can awaken. In that moment, I am no longer quiet or gentle—I become strong, sharp, and unstoppable.

My Devil is not evil. It is protection. It is a reminder that even the calmest person has a limit, and that sometimes strength is born from long endurance.