I Grew Through Myself

For a long time, I thought I had to leave certain parts of myself behind to bloom — the endless thoughts swirling in my mind, the emotions that sometimes feel heavier than I can carry, the days when even I don’t know what to do with myself. But maybe I was never meant to run away from myself. Maybe I was meant to learn that even the most complicated and darkest parts of me can grow into something beautiful.

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Dream On

Sometimes, in the middle of an ordinary day, I drift into a world of my own. A place where thoughts become paper boats, carrying all the dreams I haven’t dared to speak aloud. Maybe daydreaming isn’t a waste of time. Maybe it’s just my mind wandering through all the places my heart wishes to be. And perhaps, every dream begins with a little drifting.

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Secretly Blooming

Perhaps behind this mask, there is a woman who still doesn’t know which parts of herself to show the world. The flowers growing from behind her mask seem like words that were never spoken, emotions that had nowhere to be expressed, now slowly taking shape. Maybe she isn’t ready to reveal herself just yet, but even behind the mask, she cannot stop everything alive within her from blooming

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I Grew Through Myself

For a long time, I thought I had to leave certain parts of myself behind to bloom — the endless thoughts swirling in my mind, the emotions that sometimes feel heavier than I can carry, the days when even I don’t know what to do with myself. But maybe I was never meant to run away from myself. Maybe I was meant to learn that even the most complicated and darkest parts of me can grow into something beautiful.

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I Grew Through Myself

For a long time, I thought I had to leave certain parts of myself behind to bloom — the endless thoughts swirling in my mind, the emotions that sometimes feel heavier than I can carry, the days when even I don’t know what to do with myself. But maybe I was never meant to run away from myself. Maybe I was meant to learn that even the most complicated and darkest parts of me can grow into something beautiful.

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open editions

This collection includes my art works that are open edition.

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Let the Mind Breathe

Sometimes our worries and thoughts spin around in our minds for so long that, like yellow leaves, they become heavy. Thoughts that carry nothing but weight, until there’s no room left for them on the branches. Sometimes, all it takes is an autumn breeze to let them gently fall. We, too, need to learn to let some thoughts go so our minds can breathe again, and make room for something new and green to grow.

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Her Darkest Ornaments

They tried to break her with their hands. Every touch was meant to control her, every grip to silence her, every finger a reminder that she belonged to someone else. But they made one mistake. She learned to keep what hurt her. One by one, the hands that once tried to destroy her became dark ornaments wrapped around her throat. Their eyes watched from the shadows, waiting for her to fall. She never did. Now, when someone reaches for her, she smiles. But some wounds don’t heal. They learn to hunger.

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Night Guests

Some nights, the dead come back. Not to frighten us. Just because they miss us too.

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Look Closer

Oops, Wrong Lantern! #midnightmass

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Aqua Saeva

"Aqua Saeva" Where darkness meets the shore, The sea unleashes timeless war. Beneath the heavens, cold and vast, The waves devour what could not last. A savage hymn, a world undone, Where chaos reigns and fears are stun. Long Exposure Photography 📷 File Type: JPEG File Size: 5.78 MB Dimensions: 5620x3161 px

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Let the Mind Breathe

Sometimes our worries and thoughts spin around in our minds for so long that, like yellow leaves, they become heavy. Thoughts that carry nothing but weight, until there’s no room left for them on the branches. Sometimes, all it takes is an autumn breeze to let them gently fall. We, too, need to learn to let some thoughts go so our minds can breathe again, and make room for something new and green to grow.

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Night Guests

Some nights, the dead come back. Not to frighten us. Just because they miss us too.

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An Unruly Mind

Sometimes my mind feels like a garden, and I can no longer tell which parts I grew myself and which came from other people’s thoughts and stares. The flowers have eyes, as if even the things meant to be beautiful are watching me. And that hand is mine, trying to cut back and prune the endless thoughts growing inside me, even the ones that look beautiful.

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