Is an end, really an end? Is isolation the most painful kind of existence? Within these two large pieces, I focus on such seclusion. They are dark scenes, showing just how fragile life is. How do they make you feel and what do you take from them? Reflect on the pain within them. A pain that one is unable to move past. Yet is all hope lost, or is there always a chance for change? Perhaps hope comes from the belief of something afterwards? Perhaps it is merely the idea that one will be no more! 
I don't believe I have finished with this collection yet.