A painting about fear, perception, and good intentions.
You perceive me as a wolf but I am not, Red Riding. Are you really even sure he exists? Have you mistaken the big bad in yourself for someone else entirely? Is it that you are your own worst enemy or possibly that you've seen him before,— somewhere in a haunting memory? Does it begin or end with flowers, Little Red? Maybe you have seen the Big Bad Wolf dress like me and howl like me, but I am not your wolf.