Ash .
My Chest is Filled With Dread and Sorrow, Knowing That I Might Not Be Promised Tomorrow
Painting
Someone save me from my mind I can't stop the churning brought forth by words, The fears of my past, And the visions of endless possibilities within my future. Is it cause I can’t see a real one? That’s why I make up these fake ones? Where everything seems fine, Nothing is fine tho. I’m not fine.I’m never fine. Will I ever be fine?
Work by
Ash . aka. Ashmitha Kunasingam
Drawing and Painting
“These heroic-sized expressionism paintings are celebrations of varied perception, and the narration of one's innermost thoughts. Relying on pareidolia, I identified and built upon recognizable...” [More]