thesis

cosmic expansion

no matter how much i try to compartmentalise the onslaught of tragedy in today's world, the burden of helplessness locks me in a burning room with no escape. my own mind acts as an accelerant, stoking the flames. a despondent smoke clouds the lens through which i view the world around me.

making art brings me hope; using art as an outlet keeps me from crumbling under the weight of it all. creating takes me to an alternate reality where living doesn't feel heavy.