His face, weathered like a stone, tells a story of years spent toiling, providing, and nurturing. Every wrinkle and scar is a map of memory, charting the peaks of joy and the valleys of sorrow. He is not just old; he's a vessel filled with echoes, no one left to hear those unspoken words, standing alone against a cold wind. Unsung story of my grandpa.
Out of homesickness and deadline stress, these lines came to me, words I think many far from home can relate to. In despair, I let my frustration out through spoken word poetry and a photo I shot myself, as I revisit the why I'm here.
Hyperrealistic graphite drawing, I made during my gloomy days. I had been going through depression and saw a beautiful picture of Ajali, which inspired me to draw and capture her stillness in my work. The whole process of creating this artwork helped me to overcome my mental illness. The stillness and emotions in this artwork calm my mind.
