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I also remember, I tried everything in my will to grow pass it, I did.

I promised me, no matter how low circumstances dragged me, I’ll never be that low ever again.

“Liberation: Self Salvation”

30th Dec, 2022

Photoshoot by me.

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“Liberation”

30th Dec, 2022

I just remembered, now, that I used to be so broken. Masqueraded behind “good-looking”.

Photoshoot by me.

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“Self drowning in bathroom blue”, 2nd - Final Selection

Photoshoot by Me; 2nd Dec, 2022

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“Self drowning in the bathroom blue”, 1st selection

Photoshoot by Me; 2nd Dec, 2022

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“I wonder if this could be love.”

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“Really, I do not like to go through self-suffocation & right now, you are seeing a chunk o’ me I have overcame. So shall this be a thesis. When I I’m having the worst case of self loathing, I resorted to do the thing that I do, with the color palette I choose. I got Phnom Penh twenty kilometers beneath me.

Neck down, I’m feeling lighter than Mary Jane. I supposed I can feel my tear’s ricochet, too. I ain’t insecure, but this vessel isn’t mine.

You are witnessing the thing I am feeling internally.

I do not adhere to one look, I adhere to every looks, to cope with this cerulean pain and that I see me & my trauma in every art form.

“Lover’s kites, are flown on beaches for public sights.”

I need to ignite the forest fire, when gratitude spikes, I feel immortal.”

EGO: in Art

Painted on 11 Feb, 024

Media: watercolor & acrylic

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Kep : កែប

Media : Watercolor

Painted on 10th May, 023

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Kep | The Crab’s Cape

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a memorable trip

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Chaktomuk I : Beyond the bank

ចតុមុខ I : ហួសពីច្រាំង

Media: Watercolor

Jan 15, 2023

Check it out at Chnai Market, Street 110. To the west of Old Market

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Chaktomuk : Tuk

ចតុមុខ : ទូក

Media: Watercolor & partially acrylic

Jan 26, 2023

Check it out at Chnai Market, Street 110. To the west of Old Market

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“Breathe Deeper ដកដង្ហើមឱ្យធំ”

/for me artBook.

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welcome to Serey’s Gallery

where art and photography bounded together with poetry.

Poetry written with the acknowledgment that people come and go.

Here

It is written solely for me, the one to stay.

Here, at the starting line

I’m feeling the feelings that you are feeling.

In that sense, we shared common ground.

It never matters if the ground is of fragile glass or solid bedrock.

Bound together for the sake of Art,

Here, we could belong together.

In face of humane sufferings, turmoils and freedom that feels “Immortal”.

When you feel sad, I am sad.

When looking at pain through the lense of self,

Wisdom, by its nature, seems so individually designed.

Written by some prophet whose figures are our ideals and remain anonymous.

We grow up and grow through generational crises, both sides of the wall, under the roof and out and about.

I dare not speaking for us,

But!

I’m here as a pea in a granary, a grain of sand of all the planet’s coastline.

Here, at the starting line…

I say it once, I say it twice

Here, at the starting line

I’m carrying a ceramic jar filled with ashes of my bones.

Moving at a sloth pace, up a rolling emerald hill.

The higher I go, the more I see blossoming daffodils.

Up here, the wind is very forgiving.

Up here, I feel safe,

From the tortures and the turmoils.

Up here, I can see the golden countryside and tall buildings linings the horizon.

Up here, I can love me without the scheiße,

That I can be strong, forevermore.

Up here, I can redecorate to my own term.

I say it once, I say it twice

And louder, hear me out

Up here, I feel incredibly safe.

[...]we could belong together[...]

#artpop

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‘Aphrodite Lady’

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Happy Birthday Lady Gaga! ♡

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Thrilled to be asked to create this exclusive GIF to mark the release of the David Bowie ‘Who Can I Be Now? (1974-1976)’ box set! (September 23rd)

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