Always felt like I was an alien
walking in a human’s body. I needed a home for the voices in my head that keeps clashing with each other.
For that reason, I use art to express my thoughts and emotions; to understand how my brain works in different situations after being translated visually. In many ways, it has helped me to tackle issues head on and manage my expectations without getting stuck in the blackhole. Perhaps, this also explains why my art looks and feels like sensory overload.
While I’m still breathing, as āruznadi (an anagram of my real name, which also means the flow of the pulse in Malay), I want to turn my pain, battle scars and wounds into something ugly beautiful.
I want to own my darkness and embrace it wholeheartedly.
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