I Don’t Know Your Voice Anymore

I don’t know your voice anymore.

It’s still saying the same things, but it doesn’t hit the same. Something shifted and now everything echoes wrong.

This piece loops that feeling. Repetition, distortion, fragments trying to line back up but never fully locking in.

Watcher work, but less about seeing and more about losing grip on what you thought you knew.

Original acrylic / mixed media on canvas
Signed by Sham
Ready to hang
Only one exists