At times when I experienced my own agonising heartbreak, I turned to a very cliché chick-flick tactic of creating collages out of an old photograph of an ex's face. ​ The idea of piecing together and creating an image of the characteristics of a particular individual whom you were deeply involved with seemed extremely fascinating. The activity could be perceived as vengeful, therapeutic or just purely personal and artistic. This was always an immediate instinct of mine - to go and create - and thus I realised that my own coping mechanism is relatively relatable and can be applied to any situation by absolutely anyone. ​ ARTBREAK is for the he(art)broken. No matter how tragic, how little, or how painful you find your heartbreak to be, there is always a way to deal with the ache. With this project, I explored the idea of dealing with your emotions in a healthy way, by distracting yourself with any medium of art you may prefer. Artbreak was surrounded predominantly around the idea of a break-up, however the project covers various types of heartbreak. I have created my own exhibition of Artbreak, including two series', and my goal is to encourage others to join me by creating their own personal art with the inspiration of Artbreak. I would really appreciate any submissions of your work to include into my "Artbreakers" gallery, however you can choose to enjoy this project privately if you wish. ​ Turn something painful into something positive.


Twenty-two seemed to be the beginning of a long journey of self-destructive, naivety of thrilling but terrible decisions. With the distance and unhealthy back-and-forth need for affection and reassurance, together those mixed were truly a recipe of inevitable damage and heartbreak. The adrenalin of something fresh and mature was far too much to dismiss, and at such a vulnerable age seemed like a paradise with a hint of suppressed guilt and sadness. The intensity and lengthy duration was driven along a road of no recovery. The thirst for a 'first' never felt so toxic.


The immediate rush of something so different and surreal was beyond any thrill experienced beforehand. It seemed quite the hasty, perfect and ideal start to the tragic end before it. Moments flicked by much like a romantic teenage novel, only to gradually overflow with intensity and instablity. Sixteen certainly and undoubtedly remained consistent in realness and rawness. Though conflicts became too familiar and even with a pure love present, a change in some individuals are far too pronounced and bold to ignore. In this sorrowful love story, it appeared that hatred and evil did in fact eventually, and selfishly, defeat the good in others.