Redmoon

Redmoon is a visual reflection on queer loneliness, an attempt to capture what it feels like to be part of the LGBTQIA+ community once the noise of Pride month fades and the celebration ends. Drawing from the artist's own experience, the work expands outward, inviting viewers into a wider conversation about visibility, abandonment, and the aftermath of Pride. The central question guiding the piece is: "What remains after Pride?" When the rainbow flags are taken down, when corporate slogans of solidarity fall silent, what is left for those who continue to face exclusion, violence, and the pressure to perform an acceptable identity just to exist? The color palette becomes the emotional language of the piece. Deep blue evokes a sense of longing, absence, and suspended dreams, a liminal space hanging between waking life and nightmare. As the blue bleeds into red, the narrative intensifies. Red is blood, red is uprising, red is love that burned its way into history. It speaks to the passion of those who came before us, those who fought and fell so that we could live more freely today. Red is also pain, the bruises of hate, the scars of isolation, the quiet violence of erasure. Redmoon lingers in the silence that follows the party, the vulnerable moment when we are left with ourselves, stripped of symbols and spectacle. It is a meditation on survival, on the masks we've had to wear, and the truths we confront when the world is no longer looking. Redmoon - the poem I enclose myself, once more, in the shell I was born within a mysterious shield in which I’ve hidden from a world that roared with echoes of hate. To whom have I always been? Hidden. Concealed. Empty rooms and lonely hearts the ones who walked the streets with pride. Fear gnaws at my mind as I dress for the feast, afraid the monsters I know too well might find me on the day of my resurrection. I wear the words of your hate as scars on my skin unwanted tattoos, marks of my existence. I face the masks I’ve worn, to fit a world that does not see me for what I am. A bloody moon rises for all the victims of your madness sick world, consuming the lives of those who fought, of those who loved, of those who only asked the sky for a place to belong. 3840x2160 px. Created with Nomad Sculpture, Blender, Procreate and Premiere. 2025