Fluid abstract fine art in red, gold, orange, yellow using chromology exploring mental health
Fluid abstract fine art in red, gold, orange, yellow using chromology exploring mental health
Fluid abstract fine art in red, gold, orange, yellow using chromology exploring mental health
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Anxiety 2

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What is anxiety? How do you cope with it?


I represented anxiety in form of waves, they come and go. I chose colours based on colours symbolism and colour psychology. The gold is always present as a reminder of hope, prosperity and beauty within. There is darkness, but there is always a way out of it. I also used iridescent acrylics encouraging the viewer to explore the many shades.

I double coated the painting with epoxy resin; a luxurious and sophisticated element.


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60x20cm

High quality iridescent acrylics finished with epoxy resin on stretched canvas. I mix my own colours. Iridescent acrylics change their tone according to the light that they are exposed to. This feature makes colours pop and never dull

10% of sale goes to Women's Trust ; a specialist mental health charity, providing free counselling and therapy for women who have experienced domestic abuse.



Lyrics written by Alessia Camoirano Bruges:



Dealing with myself and thoughts

when I look back it seems

I have done nothing at all.

Like a splinter

inside my chest

the future gripped to my fears.

Uncertain

like the survival of my body after the day you desecrated my temple.

I filled the blank spaces

with midnight habits,

my mother was crying at night

I could perceive her pain

even 900 miles away

her angst is on my shoulders.

The past of his presence.

I thought I was a battleground

like Carthage, they spilled salt all over me.

But I raised from the ground

and spread love all around me

life found its way to nurture my soul.



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