Yeah, my closer circle of friends in high school got to me at my darkest. The only reason they didn't bring me for help is they I'm incapable of hurting myself intentionally. This was a watercolor I did in an asigned journal from school in 1999. Stress was mounting for me as I was writing programs for the school district and trying to get hot jobs at design firms and write and so, so much on top of people trying to convince me I was handicapped mentally because I'm one of those cases they can chemically prove is ADHD. A true case, not just some hyper kid that can't sit still.
The teeth are a litle shiny, not that you can see it. It's a technique that wastes alot of paint and takes a lot of practice to figure out how to make it bleed in the right places and cake in others when the places touch so much. ^_^;
That's supposed to be a younger, more distrought me there. I was so fricken down when I made this I feel odd thinking about all I've been through since then.