Voice Of Colors

Screams and screams change their shape little by little, one day you will see them instead of wrinkles on your face. But I will not let this happen. I may not be able to scream myself, but my colors open their mouths and scream instead of me. And this is good because no one notices these loud and strange sounds, no one hears and no one will ever understand what happened to me. I only know myself and my colors. This painting is my voice and my colors Digital Painting