#diptic

[burnedmi1k]

"i can’t escape myself.” 2023. mixed media on watercolor paper. diptych, 18 in. x 12 in. each piece is 9 in. x 12 in.

this piece reflects my daily struggle with visual disability. 

i underwent surgery for esotropia when i was 16, a procedure that is typically performed in early childhood. my family had to search extensively to find a qualified doctor who could perform the surgery. i’m happy to report that the surgery was a success; however, i now experience severe light sensitivity, pain, and temporary loss of vision if i overexert my eyes.

every day, i wake up knowing that the pain will gradually intensify as the day goes on. by night, i often find myself forced to sleep through the discomfort.

[rosemary-sage-art]

Love and neglect (work in progress)

[inigoamescua]

A L M U D E N A ... M A D R I D "[...] somewhere in her home she keeps a box with the dust of a thousand insects all frozen in time, japanese handmade garments made with real red wood hair and grapes and a toothbrush just for me. My brand new love she loves to dance with her blonde white hair covering her eyes under the cold morning water she embraces me and warms her skin like a snake shaped diamond like a tender sharp knife cotton and words deep in her throat" I de A

[witchyfashion]

La Pedra del Diable by mathyld Δ pyramids Via Flickr: Photos by Helena Aguilar Mayans www.flickr.com/photos/lost_lenore_nevermore/ Blogged : underthepyramids.com/blog/2013/04/la-pedra-del-diable/

[photovivace]

poppy seed (@robidile) #face #woman #womanportrait #instaart #diptic #nine #eyes #mobileartistry #ig_artistry #iphoneart #blueeyes #onthebeach https://www.instagram.com/p/B2FbLbFIx-5/?igshid=145slhpm6kr9i

[orlandioriana]

2019 | Buenos Aires, Argentina.

[sora-ifuwant]

November 28th 2018

[lucky-numberme]

I.

no one told me

i could snip you from my thoughts

like the threads of life from hades

the only thing that hurts more 

than cutting the light

binding our minds 

is not snipping you out

at all

II.

no one told me

the feeling of not caring 

tastes like strawberries in early spring

an unforeseen beginning

a cold March sun slips

into my lungs 

and I fill

cold and bright