Regarding one-sided or triangle love stories, people tend to mold and change themselves, almost completely at times, to fit the idea of them created by the love interest. And yet, often times it is still not enough.

The knife and the piece of skin on the dresser is a literal symbol for ridding your old self. The white painting with a bloody crack right above it represents the inability to hold up a facade, revealing a bleak and rotting truth behind.

The naked woman in the red room with piles and piles of bloody flesh on the wall are the bottled up hurt that ended up spreading uncontrollably.

The red room is our inner psyche, a room we fail and again and again to escape. The only thing we know is to morphe ourselves into something we aren’t, and run deeper into the room, to a shadow in the shades of yellow. The pressure of the negativity is also making the subject slowly rots away. Completely losing their core self to the masks they put on. They let their feelings consume them, and knowingly lock themselves in the red room.

The shadow in the yellows are looking elsewhere, but so is the shadow in the oranges. The bottom left of the artwork lays a letter and a rose – an oath to love and sincerity discarded. The three subjects in the artwork makes a triange, just like its name.

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Will they ever be able to be free from their own selves?