A personal illustration that captures the quiet obsession of skin-picking and self-scrutiny.
The idea started from a photo of myself a moment in front of the mirror, lost in the habit of fixing what I thought looked “wrong”. I turned that image into a minimal illustration, keeping it raw and clean, with visible sketch lines underneath and flat colors that pop off a pink background.
There’s no light, no shadows just me, my face, and the invisible pressure to look “better”.
This work is about discomfort, repetition, and the weird intimacy we have with our reflections. It’s about that universal feeling of not liking what you see, and trying to edit yourself literally and mentally.