From Wreckage to Redemption

On the work

From Wreckage to Redemption names two ends, but this panel puts both in one crowded space with no path between them. Hard words drip in red, and a blue hand reaches out of the gathered fragments as if coming up for air. Redemption doesn't wipe the wreckage away here; it's made from the same scraps, gathered one at a time and fixed in place in a tight space. Across one corner, white script speaks of being free. The blue hand is still reaching for it.