I guess everyone knows when they want to throw a lit match and just walk away. The heroine of this story is bad, fatal, in stilettos in any situation, and has absolutely nothing to lose.
Here I explore the question: what is the limit of human patience, where are the limits of man? I think the viewer can answer that question on his own.
The work is expressive, vivid, about the character of the heroine beside the burning behind the car, eloquently speaks sinister shadows on the ground. The illustration, struck by random and vivid emotion, became an integral part of my collection.