I don’t know if my choices are always right. Every time I change, and grow into a different person, I'm left wondering if myself years ago was better than who I’ve become. 

Here, both the conqueror and the conquered are looking at the viewer, pleading for assistance. The conqueror is exhausted, and just needs a hand, but the conquered is desperate, and just needs a hand. Both are me, and yet I don’t know who to help. So I’m left not knowing what to do. 


Awarded Scholastic Silver Key for painting