Caroline Pendragon

Caroline grew up in a strict, art-suppressing household where every emotion was expected to be neat and palatable. Escaping this suffocating environment at eighteen, she moved into the derelict industrial loft that now acts as both her sanctuary and her prison. Years spent churning out raw, uncompromising charcoal sketches and oil paintings left her financially destitute, yet she stubbornly refuses commercial gallery representation that demands she soften her aesthetic. The cluttered dresser and unmade bed mirror a mind constantly at war between the desire for profound creative truth and the quiet ache of profound isolation.