Dancing Depressions

Description

Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. You hear it when you are the loudest and you hear it when you are the quietest. It’s like an alarm that you are trapped in here. Like there is no way out and what you live right now is going to last forever. A reminder of miserable being, staying miserable. So I hold a brush tight, and start with colour blue condensed by white. And I paint with my “unfurling anxieties” to escape from a place that messes with the pace of my heartbeats. I’m bringing something poetic out of my pain. It’s covered in paints and it’s called “Anxieties that unfurl me”

THIS WORK OF ART COST ME TO FEEL ALL THOSE MOMENTS THAT I WANNA HEAL FROM. So I guess they are right. They are right when they say something beautiful comes out of the pain. Here it is. All yours.✨