Solitude, Surreal Brushwork

In the dim glow of the single lamp, my brush stares back as if it knows my doubts before I do, and I find that the only certainty is the absurdity of striving for perfection. Layers of charcoal and ink collapse into a vortex of contrast, a visual metaphor for how I chase meaning in the chaos of my mind. The more I refine a detail, the deeper the fissure of self‑doubt widens, yet the process feels oddly comforting, like an old friend who never quite agrees. I laugh at the idea that my solitary nights might be a retreat from society, when in fact they are the only place where reality and imagination can have an honest argument. #solitude #surreal 🎨