1 Surprising Way Art Serves as a Means of Expression.
Everything begins with a feeling.
I hated her.
I loved her.
An alienating feeling of not being understood overcame me. I was so mad at my girlfriend.
My thoughts rambled inside in my head, trying to make sense of it all, as questions piled in my mind like grains in a cellar.
How’s it possible to love and hate someone at the same time?
She’s supposed to be the person who understands me the most, so why doesn’t she?
Am I destined to be alone?
It became unbearable for me. I had to do something. I had to pour those feeling into something. Anything!
My eyes went wide with shock as I used art to express my inner turmoils. My feelings. The realization hit me like a cold bucket of water. This is how it happened:
A Way Out
I escaped.
I needed to get out.