Helena Napal is an emerging artist currently exploring painting and sculpture. Through her work Helena seeks to better understand sexuality and identity as well as to respond to mental health struggles. Her experiences of reproductive health issues and trauma fuel her passion to reclaim her power and autonomy by embracing adversity and creating in the … Continue reading Helena Nepal
I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
I’ve been vegan for more than 20 years and the moniker I chose is “Ov Gaia” to underline my relationship with nature. My aim is to create some music that can connect men to their primary environment again. In my life I’m trying not only music, but also a sustainable lifestyle. I’ve been living alone … Continue reading Tyler Ov Gaia
It was a fresh, blissful sunday afternoon, the streets of Berlin were quiet and peaceful; the invasive sounds of sirens had slowed down and the sun shined through the scattered clouds lighting up the faces below. Various women of all different ages and nationalities had gathered in an attempt to open up, understand and engage … Continue reading Wacky Women
Some days the pink hue of my cheeks makes me want to tear my skin from my face, screaming. . Others, it’s a glowing reminder that I am alive. . Some days the wild wave of my hair makes me wish I could be anybody, anybody else. . Others, I shake it free and let … Continue reading I Am Enough.
pick pick pick an obsessive attack momentary freeze, no looking back. . Whilst I ruin my face neck and back. Others judgments follow; what on earth is that? . Look at what you've done You'll ruin your face You once looked so pretty Now its an absolute disgrace . Ashamed Anxious Craving the release letting … Continue reading Dermatillomania – Skin Picking disorder
Control. The deceptive truth wandering eyes an elusive spook. . Unaware of the threat to you and your sanity. with a grasp so tight hoping to be released from its tyranny . Whilst only getting deeper falling into its trap, A juxtaposed mind Neither this, neither that . A new world imagined due to a … Continue reading The Control Freak Inside
The rest see beauty in romantic reverie But I see beyond your spurious smile Although no tears lay unbidden to your cheek Portraying the dark nooks of your memory Every minute you spend sauntering beyond those clouds I know misrepresents the pieces of your heart As I have also worn that face Trying to jigsaw … Continue reading Crocodile Smile
Seemingly normal with a weird tangy taste, our time together never went to waste. . Always you and me, me and you, merged into one. . A connection so strong, how could it go wrong? . Completely and utterly, Gone. . As reality hits. I'm not sure who really exists. But as time goes by, … Continue reading The living dead.
I wonder who he sees when he looks out at me? Does he see a lost child or divinity staring through me? Seen he has, many a night and many a days, Until all his years hath fade. His wrinkled brow and hair silvery white, Reminding of a life just passing by. Hither and … Continue reading A Timeless Glance