I depicted a famous New York photographer, adorned with a cool cap, tattoos, and cool glasses. As a man, he yearns for sexual relations with women, believing that his success and cool looks will attract their attention. However, he is fake and fears approaching women, facing rejection, and feeling minor. He is evil, selfish, and lacks empathy and love. He would be a cute person who likes others if he was honest, empathetic, and loving; just as you see him, that's what you receive from him; he would think being vulnerable is a human quality; he would approach women without fear of rejection, and he would not be controlling and ridiculing me.
I had social anxiety because of my father's cruel treatment of me when I was a little boy because I kissed other girls. He was selfish, dishonest, and wicked. He thinks I should avoid women at all costs. No one had the guts to criticize him and were loving. I had to adapt to withstand the scorn of my peers. Life was challenging, annoying, and perplexing. Because the people in my life are as cold and heartless as the man in the picture—completely lacking in empathy and love—and therefore strive for perfection, I fell into severe depression and retired early.
To emphasize my life experience and my dream of being with women, I have painted cool graffiti in the background because women desire the coolness in them, but what they see is not always what they get. Alongside tribal art that promotes a humane, liberated, uncomplicated, and tranquil way of life, the tattoos and patterns draw inspiration from this. In the end, it should all be about love, according to the keywords, and the creation of hearts serves to foster this love.
