A gentle reminder that art has every right to serve as a channel for shame, guilt, grief, and all the intimate unsavory emotions that make people human. The interpretation of how a person interactions with the Self is never simple, and I am always fascinated by how artists, writers, and creatives in general explore the process. For the longest time, I feared portraying the raw honesty of emotions, despite them being exactly what makes human. Yet, I am continuously drawn towards works, such as Yasmeen Abedifard’s, that do anything but shy away from authenticity and rawness of even the most negative thoughts, emotions, and experiences. I admire the candid dialogue and intimacy portrayed in Abedifard’s series of comics, in which I actually feel more encouraged to explore the depths of introspection and self-reflection in my own art in the future.