reedyart, A rough, chaotic sketch-style portrait, the figure’s face fragmented by jagged, unstable lines, as if struggling to hold its form. One eye stares out, wide and raw, filled with static-like distortions, while the other is lost in a smear of ink and unfinished strokes. Their expression is tense, a mixture of sorrow and defiance, barely held together through frantic crosshatching and abrupt ink bleeds. Their hair is drawn in uneven, broken strands, some dissolving into abstract scribbles, others sharply defined, giving an impression of movement or unraveling thought. The clothing is sketchy and unfinished, only partially detailed, with some areas left as ghostly outlines while others are overworked into a heavy mass of blackened ink. The background is an unstable void—rough, abstract smudges and ink splatters, like a memory collapsing in on itself. Small, distorted fragments of red cut through the monochrome—a jagged line across their cheek, a deep, uneven stain running down their collar, hints of something lost or breaking. The entire image carries the weight of distortion, an unfinished existence barely tethered to the page.