Abstraction: Chaos Within,
Growing up with thousands of thoughts streaking past each other all the time automatically affected my sleep—at night, I would see a massive amount of things while dreaming. As a child, I thought everyone experienced the same thing. Obviously not. But like most people’s inner thoughts, my messy mind—a traffic of ideas—has always been there. Sorting a chaotic mind is never meant to be easy. Many things can hold us back, just to keep us in that small, safe zone we've known for years.
Knocking on mystery doors to find out the chaos behind them is terrifying, because we don't know what's waiting. What I’ve come to conclude is: it may not be that scary. Even if some of those doors were horribly terrifying, I'm still not able to sort through much of what's behind them. My brain is extracting them in lines, and in some unexplained shapes—shapes that remain unclear to many who look at them but to me they hold the untold beneath each stroke and line and shape.
Containing Chaos:
Letting it flow is the most containable method of chaos. It may not seem logical to many—even to me. Control is not always achieved in the classic way we know. Expelling feelings I had no idea existed, memories I don't even remember, is helping me explore myself after being in survival mode for years.
Abstraction is as organized as it may appear messy.There's no format one can truly follow—again, it’s all about letting the mind flow.
Accepting who you truly are, keeping your inner monster stable, and doing your best to become the version Allah meant you to be—is the purpose of life. We leave it peacefully when we’re meant to, leaving behind our trace to be remembered.
Explaining myself in shifting pigments and silent forms, I unravel meaning beyond words. Each piece invites you to trace the echo of thought beneath its surface. The journey isn't mine alone—it becomes yours the moment you begin to see.
