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  • Writer's pictureRae Sabine


“Dread. That looming sense of ill intent, past regrets. A choking, suffocating haze, one that never lets go no matter how hard you thrash and squirm. The only way to release, is to purge them with gentility, to carefully pry their venomous claws from your flesh and send them off to the afterlife; a grave among a canvas of colour. Spilling your guts onto a page, blooming into roses withering away to their eternal slumber; forever holding what was once within you. There, they're put to rest, to no longer inflict pain or suffering, giving way for reflection and acceptance.”

The client who created this artwork and poetic statement has given me permission to share.

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