"My inner child" Print

Who am I. I. I am an artist. I am a visual artist. And I am also a sweet potato. Kohlrabi. A noodle soup. A lost little frog. Fear and fascination, terror and temptation, beauty and ugliness. Turning myself inside out to be born anew. Silent observation, the world under a microscope. What does the last fallen leaf smell like? What is the taste of an uninvited glance? Of a long-awaited touch? A world in fragments, exposed emotions. My art is laughter through tears. Creating a space for the unresolved, I allow something new to be born. Once again, faced with the terror of incongruity, I chose to move toward it. What does the field where contradictions coexist look like? By embracing absurdity as a tool for self-expression, I began my dialogue with uncertainty. Metaphor and the play of perception. How does one feel connected to the world? By taking it apart. Balancing within the oscillations of a metamodernist system, I return to the simplicity of emotions in an attempt to make sense of life's chaos. In striving to confront despair, I allow it to unfold, yielding to the emergence of beauty.