Worlds unfurl within the pages of spontanous catharcism. These were meant to be cards but I cannot part with them. They are a part of me. 
Microscopic creatures dancing about, fighting, engulfing, exploding on the pages. 

Who would have thought this would come out of me. So intense, as if screaming, hear me, see me in an absolute void. I can only see me and hear me here. So why don’t I?
Watercolour Deceptions
2018-2019
Photo from 2009 used in
Perfectly Imperfect exhibition


Amman, Jordan.