welcome to Serey’s Gallery
where art and photography bounded together with poetry.
Poetry written with the acknowledgment that people come and go.
Here
It is written solely for me, the one to stay.
Here, at the starting line
I’m feeling the feelings that you are feeling.
In that sense, we shared common ground.
It never matters if the ground is of fragile glass or solid bedrock.
Bound together for the sake of Art,
Here, we could belong together.
In face of humane sufferings, turmoils and freedom that feels “Immortal”.
When you feel sad, I am sad.
When looking at pain through the lense of self,
Wisdom, by its nature, seems so individually designed.
Written by some prophet whose figures are our ideals and remain anonymous.
We grow up and grow through generational crises, both sides of the wall, under the roof and out and about.
I dare not speaking for us,
But!
I’m here as a pea in a granary, a grain of sand of all the planet’s coastline.
Here, at the starting line…
I say it once, I say it twice
Here, at the starting line
I’m carrying a ceramic jar filled with ashes of my bones.
Moving at a sloth pace, up a rolling emerald hill.
The higher I go, the more I see blossoming daffodils.
Up here, the wind is very forgiving.
Up here, I feel safe,
From the tortures and the turmoils.
Up here, I can see the golden countryside and tall buildings linings the horizon.
Up here, I can love me without the scheiße,
That I can be strong, forevermore.
Up here, I can redecorate to my own term.
I say it once, I say it twice
And louder, hear me out
Up here, I feel incredibly safe.
[...]we could belong together[...]
#artpop
