I - An artist(?)
| I called myself an artist | 'definition' | Part 1 I keep thinking about this and I have to write it down (and share) somewhere now. I...
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Self Portrait - July 2022
A series of 4 A6 sized paintings Size: A6 Medium: Watercolors and ink Image 1: Title (Self portrait; July 2022) Image 2: All paintings...
Sweet Vandalism
Trascribing thoughts (From December 4): Took some picutres today at HauzKhas, I wonder what people's thoughts are on it? But I think it...
Into the dark - A poem
I wonder if they can see As insides of her faint Part by part Like a building shutting off For the night In a long hall Lights switch off...
Within - A poem
After quite some time I wrote in third person. Anyway, a piece from a week back about the tiring journey within. Gun in the left pocket...
FRELL - A font
There is freedom in writing and not to be read. I have always found solace in speaking in sounds that belong to no known language but...
Swimming a little
November 4/2020 Today this moment is one of the times I feel it. I just parked the car, got home, and will sit and work. Its cold...
My peace is mine
A while back, as I danced slowly in my room through an intended trance, I felt like writing. A line kept coming to my mind - my peace is...
Once together - participation
Through the pandemic I participated in a project by Artist: Ina Kaur called Once Together in which I contributed two works, one painting...
Different (Artwork)
An artwork made for Thought pudding (Link). Posted on their Instagram (Link) Title: Different Medium: Watercolors and words - traced on...
Retelling: The Yellow Wallpaper
On reading the short story - The yellow wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Stetson, I wrote another story based on my interpretation of it...
Rearranging a shelf
“How beautiful”, everyone’d say when they’d come to face with our picture. “Thanks!”, I’d chirp with a grin on my face, now I’d say the...
Sublimation of my night thoughts
A short story I wrote when I was 17/18 years old. Just want it to be a part of my website cause it's important to me. Link:...
When we meet
I feel you feel alone Though I haven't seen you hide in your room I hear your laughter and I know How hard you try to adjust to the norm...
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