We both drowned under the waves of words we weren't saying 
-ben maxfield-

Physical art with digital motion - A4

Drowned 

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

-LAURA CHOUETTE

mirror of the heart

We're not ourselves when we're triggered-we become who we think we need to be to SURVIVE.
And when we're CONSTANTLY being triggered, our identity can start to slip away-because our personality and values are CONSTANTLY getting hijacked by fight-or-flight reflexes.

Identity

"If I told you about the darkness
inside of me would you still
look at me like I'm the Sun?”
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Happy valentine to you,
Thank you for supporting my art with love :))🫀🤍


Paramour

“Because she was too weird to be loved…”
By me
Soft pastel on cardboard 


Too weird to be loved 

I have depression, Jimmy!
 you have hope
 And every day you wake up, you think today is different.
 And I'm going to be right.
 But you are wrong!
 I have no feeling.
 Not to chocolate
 Not to old movies
 Not to nachos
 not to you
 not to us
 to nothing!!
 #youretheworst 🎥

depression

"I will die. You will die. We will all die and the universe will carry on without care. All that we have is that shout into the wind - how we live.
How we go. And how we stand before we fall."
- Pierce Brown, Golden Son

Shout into the wind

when the night start nighting and you start to miss someone you shouldn't miss...

Soft pastel on cardboard 

when the night start nighting

"Love is an untamed force.
When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused."
— Paulo Coelho

Untamed force

The hidden emotions of our mind are part of our true self, I’m trying to portray "human" in this collection.

The hidden emotions

You drew memories in my mind
I could never erase.
You painted colors in my heart
I could never replace.
-perry poetry

Memories in my mind

“Open edition artworks by arrasartistic”

My constant goal is to show transparent human emotions
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The name of this collection is from the book of Julian Barnes

The Sense of an Ending

I tried to speak, but no one heard me.
I tried to show up, but I couldn’t be seen.
So now I’m creating again—
maybe this time, it’ll be felt...

This collection is a reflection of everything I felt in my early twenties

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