Ethereal Art

At most times I am unable to articulate what I wish to say and express the state of my misfortune in the form of art, or the appreciation of it as I cannot seem to like my own. By this I mean admiring the floating of prepossessing clouds like fleeting thoughts, and loving the temporary feeling of calmness projected by nature onto my broken soul.

After years of internal calamity characterised by the inability to express how I feel externally, writing has become my only distraction. The corruption within me stems from deep within my ardour, however in the midst of all my pain and sorrow there is a garden. An ethereal meadow with sunlight concealing my dark and disturbing nature.

The garden consists of rough bark and rich colours, iridescent rose-tinted skies and caterpillar eaten leaves, blossoming flower beds and the fresh warmth of an illuminating sun.

In my garden I can hide within the grass, away from reality and the pressure of unrealistic expectations.

I am free.

Written by : Atwiya Ahmed Designed by : Jesutomisin Adeagbo