fever

The fury of thought bounds unfettered. The chaos of the mind, the titular fever, is well represented in explosive arts and pitch blotches, which erupt in terrible ecstasy from the bust's head. The bust itself takes shape with the same sense of disorder, controlled just enough to give the character its shape.
The simplicity of this is perhaps the most striking aspect to me; it somewhat ironically resembles psychiatric inkblots, allowing the ink to usurp the space beautifully, wasting nothing for background or other excesses.
And the reaching hand... whose is it? Possible interpretations of that central limb give the work an even further depth, bringing the conflict of the fevered mind into powerful pitch.
It is difficult to offer negative criticism on a piece which seems as if it flowed from the artist's consciousness, and the one issue I do have is purely aesthetic. The thickness and position of the bust's shoulders pull my eye away from other more intriguing aspects of the work. If this is the artist's intention, then they have done well (perhaps alluding the the bearing of chaotic thoughts on the shoulders?).
Altogether a brilliant piece, an elegant mess with powerful conceptual weight. Bravo.