Help I

I was watching a horror movie, one of those genres that forces you to confront your deepest fears.
In a pivotal scene, the filmmaker uses a window as a focal point, and suddenly, a bloody hand presses against the glass, its silent scream for help piercing the moment.

In this set of two works, Help I & II, aerosols take center stage, their layered strokes simulating hands reaching out from behind the window, crying for aid, desperate and unresolved.