The circles burn red against black skin, like symbols etched by destiny itself. They don’t just sit on the surface: they bore into the mind, the soul, the very essence of who you are. Each face dares you to meet its gaze, unflinching, reminding you that the sharpest battles are not fought in the streets but in the silence within.
The first figure stares with an intensity that feels like a challenge. The second carries the target directly on the forehead: an emblem of pressure, expectation, purpose.
The third wears dual rings like lenses of perception, one clear, one blood-red, forcing you to question: through which circle do you see the world?
You don’t just hang this canvas; you live with it. Every glance back at those burning eyes pulls you into the reminder: you are the target, the weapon, and the vision all at once. Let it strip away the excuses, pierce through the noise, and focus you daily on the only truth that matters, who you choose to become.
