“Really, I do not like to go through self-suffocation & right now, you are seeing a chunk o’ me I have overcame. So shall this be a thesis. When I I’m having the worst case of self loathing, I resorted to do the thing that I do, with the color palette I choose. I got Phnom Penh twenty kilometers beneath me.
Neck down, I’m feeling lighter than Mary Jane. I supposed I can feel my tear’s ricochet, too. I ain’t insecure, but this vessel isn’t mine.
You are witnessing the thing I am feeling internally.
I do not adhere to one look, I adhere to every looks, to cope with this cerulean pain and that I see me & my trauma in every art form.
“Lover’s kites, are flown on beaches for public sights.”
I need to ignite the forest fire, when gratitude spikes, I feel immortal.”
EGO: in Art
Painted on 11 Feb, 024
Media: watercolor & acrylic
