Rylee Castro

This was my take on the concept of loving oneself, there was a time when I was struggling and I didnt know how to live for myseld but then I got to...

The Artist feels like they could never be the muse and The Muse feels like they could never be the artist.

In a cold, empty room, Joan sits bound and alone as a shadowed figure lowers a barbed wire crown onto her head, its spikes drawing blood and tears....