Acrylic paint on fabric mounted on canvas.

In the making of this painting, I discovered a theme that is dear to me and I worked also on this theme later on in a bronze sculpture.

It is about the perception of oneself of being imperfect. And the realisation and acceptation that only the imperfect self actually is perfect.

This because the way you are, and the history you carry with you is the only thing that is real to you, the way you turned out is the only thing you actually have.