My skin represents the everlasting quarrel between two sides of the human consciousness, forced to make constant decisions that often split our soul in half. What better way to describe this than with fire and water? At first glance, it may seem unbalanced: water can put out fire, after all. But it's not always the case: the fire in Chernobyl's blown up reactor effortlessly vaporised the water that reached it. The last reason for my skin is my partiality for colour gradients red to yellow and light blue to blue, the latter in particular.