Well, actually it's difficult for me to explain this drawing...I started it months and months ago. The monster, was my fears, my weaknesses and all I didn't want to be. I fight against it for a year, or maybe more, and everytime the battle finished with my lost.
I don't know what happened, but one night i woke up and thought about what i was doing, and how incredibly stupid it was: against what i was fighting? A monster. Really? Or was something that OTHERS think is a monster?
Sometimes society, with wrong models, makes you feel diffrent, wrong. It forces you to be someone you are not, making you think you're not thin enough, smart enough, cool enough...just not enough. And than you try to transplant in your body a person that is not you, and your body can do nothing but rejects it. Maybe this monster was eating my dreams, beacuse i was FOOL ENOUGH to not think they were actually NIGHTMARES.
And now I feel free
Made with Paint Tool Sai.