The seen often shapes percipience. My consistent artworks almost automatically make people assume who I am and who I will become. “Amirah – art. Art – Amirah. Amirah = artist.” I cannot, to a certain extent, defy them because I’ve seen myself that way too, but… I came to realise that my body was somewhat […]
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I’ve been thinking about it since 1st May. I mean, I’ve thought of it before, but I’ve given it more thought nowadays than ever. My escape. I’ve read Paper Towns by John Green and I thought the girl was mad at first… but then I came to realise how alike we were. I loved mysteries so much, […]