The accidental damnation of our world colliding with the cornucopia of innocent pain truly speaks to me. What you have made is utterly brilliant, and truly inspirational. When young minds look into the eyes of Karma's past, they can only state one thing: I was the original polluted.

As we wonder where all our lives will lead us, it comes back to the central point containing destruction of all our self-worth. What we've truly yearned for all our lives can only be described in one way: to be accepted in this world. What we're missing is what we can't be, which is apart of the society. In the same breath, some of us don't want to be. A higher power is one of them, simply referred to as "the man". The man wants to put us down by using their power of lies and broken words, to sheath our mouths with tainted chloroformed clothes, forcing eternal silence and despair onto us. Where is our hero, a true King (more than a President could ever hope to be) who can say, "No more!", casting away the shadows of uncertain death. No one in times before could possibly imagine the visions we see today, as told by the story now from this picture.

How many people could have truly saved the lives of others? Plainly, many people have tried, and failed. What if one picture made the difference? If you looked directly into the eyes of sorrow as you see here: Do you see yourself, or someone else? Do you see tomorrow? What if there was no tomorrow? What if the legends stating the world's end in 2012 wasn't due to some unforeseen events: but due to humanity causing their own demise?

The burdens this picture portrays has weight unfathomable. The macabre demented torment of souls resonates with the speaking voice of a broken king. The sheer imbalance from man's pollution of the already unstable nature could not be made any more overpowered at best. Blizzards in a tide could not nerf the amount of beauty and words this pictures speaks.

At first, I considered taking one star off of originality because my life came up with this picture before it was cool, but I persevered as much as I could. I digress.

You've come up with something none of us could, and for that, I salute you. Take my -- and my people's -- thanks, for the memories you've captured today.

I feel truly humbled when a stumble upon (I say stumble upon, but I'm introduced to a lot of good artists through watching Jane-Beata, who critiqued one of your other pieces) an art piece that is so moving. So humbled I am that I even write a critique for that artist .

I'm going to start with the obvious and talk about those eyes. Damn, those eyes! They portray a sense of sadness and a brokenness (like the person is somewhat ill or unwell, physically or psychologically). But most distinctively (yet subtly), a sense of panic. The colouring; the pale greyness certainly spells this sadness out very clearly indeed but this time I am not drawn to your work by the colour (which I very much was to the other pieces of yours in your gallery) but rather by the... I don't know... reflections (?) in the eye. I'm particularly staring at the left eye. The stark white RIGHT underneath the pupil and the equally striking reflection of light on the top part of the pupil gives a rather panicked expression. This is in contrast to the shadows created by the hood and socket of the eye, which then creates this saddened/broken expression of panic which I so love. My eye then moves across the image to the right eye. I look at this one in isolation and I feel not panic but a rather a... begging. A pleading look. The white in this eye is not so stark (and located at the left side of the pupil rather than underneath) and nor is there such an obvious reflection of light in the pupil. The blood-shot redness on the whites are also an effective detail. The over all impact of the eyes are striking.

There are no clear signs of "wrinkles" around the eyes which makes me think that the subject is young. Maybe even a child. Yet the eyes are so deeply and strongly set (emphasised by the shadows in the lids); this contrast creates a more powerful impact. When we see children with such seriousness, such sadness, brokenness and panic, it tugs on a certain heart string (doesn't it?)

This mess that coves the mouth and part of the nose is effective too. The colours - the brown and the green and the red. Classic. "pollution" indeed and you have pulled off very well something that could have so easily become a "cliche."

The balance (in this case non balance) in the composition is also effective; the bottom half is "heavy' with pollution. The viewer can certainly feel this weight. In contrast to the nothingness in the top half, it drives home the message you are trying to convey (about pollution and what it is doing to our beloved home and planet, our children) very clearly.

You have a distinctive style. And a genuinely good grasp of your material too. I cannot fault your technique, proportions or whatever, even though this may well be because I am so in awe of the emotions you have managed to stir within me.

Thank you indeed for sharing this. It is quite the experience to be able to see it and write about it in this way.