There are things hidden so deep within us that we don’t even know them to be there. It’s unsettling, to say the least, when they suddenly start showing themselves. But knowing oneself is a first step. Not towards leaving the past behind, but towards integrating it into one’s being.
For me, art has always been the vessel that takes me both towards the divine and towards the depths within myself. Even if the journey can be painful at times, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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I’d write something here normally, but looking at the void at the center of both these images just makes me feel that words are unnecessary.
I just can’t decide… which one of them do you like most?