As a kid, I was obsessed with Garbage Pail Kids.
Oozing wounds. Exploding heads. Repressed rage in bubblegum colors.

They were my first taste of the grotesque - and I loved it.
They were also my first glimpse of the shadow.

Now shadow work is trending. It’s cute. Curated. Casually diagnostic.

But the real thing?
It’s not an aesthetic. It’s a reckoning.

Here’s my nod to the mess - and a wink to anyone engaged in the work.

Just don’t go it alone.