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Tag: portrait

Weeping Women (1937 & 2017)

I saw a Picasso painting and it fucked me up because it wasn’t oil on canvas, it was a mirror. … More

art, artists, depression, ekphrasis, ekphrastic, mental illness, modern art, Picasso, poem, poetry, portrait, Tate Modern, writing

Self Portrait, December 2019

depression, face, image, life, melancholy, memoir, photo, photography, portrait, self portrait, selfie

Face / Eyes

[Part of the Body Series] My eyes give me away. They are mine but you see your self inside them. They … More

body, body image, colour, confidence, depression, introspective, life, pain, poem, poetry, portrait, self portrait, series, truth, writing

She

She is no oxygen thief. She isn’t stealing something that doesn’t belong to her, she is being force-fed it, being … More

death, depression, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, life, mortality, poem, poetry, portrait, suicide, writing

Girls

GIRLS splashy micro-hothouses no humdrum engagements styled heads wild-card zing inspired offbeat decorated attentions jostling More is more is more … More

erasure, femininity, found words, girls, Hijacked Amygdala, magazine, poem, poetry, portrait, Vogue, women

Like

I look like phantasmagoria and snow in August I taste like broken diamonds and open coffins I smell like disillusionment … More

Hijacked Amygdala, image, introspective, metaphor, poem, poetry, portrait, self portrait, senses, writing

Chunks Of My Life

A Competition: Earlier I made a kale, spinach and avocado smoothie. Yes, it tasted as “green” as it sounds. I … More

addiction, art, competition, cricket, family, father & daughter, fuck it, gardening, growth, hamlet, life, meditation, mindfulness, NHS, observations, painting, perfection, philosophy, plants, portrait, psychiatrist, psychiatry, recovery, shakespeare, sobriety, treatment, vanitas, writing

Self Portrait

I have no face, only bleeding eyes, black blood pool for a mouth, breathing conscientiously. I have no shape, I am … More

art, bipolar disorder, depression, health, mental health, poetry, portrait, self, writing
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