The energy of creativity strains to free itself from the blockade of the singular identity, the limiting "I". The blockage compounds the energy and it stagnates, becoming volatile and negative. The Identity becomes a brittle frozen mask, almost devoid of any remaining humanity.
I will admit to a bit of cheating here. The background on this one was kind of crappy because my sharpie ran out in mid sketch, so I filled it in in Photoshop post scan. I prefer it though, as it more strongly highlights the contrast of the image.