LACRIMA

With a name inspired from the Latin word for tear, the "Lacrima" series covers the duality of life, the contrast between tears of pain and tears of joy, expressed through gloomy atmospheres of caliginous and surreal scenes.

Hiding From My Demons

Daunting blue eyes in deep red fissures
Hunting down what's left of me
I can't move, I can't scream
I can only hide
I can only hide in my dismal hole
My dismal hole of mindless thoughts
Mindless thoughts where forever I am lost

Kissatomy

An interactive artwork covering the duality of love,
filled with all of its beauty and chaos.

There's no beauty without chaos,
there's no chaos without beauty.

Two-Faced Lovers

Our backs were guarded from the world,
Demons hidden, we believed they'd stay,
But destiny turned, our demons unfurled,
And purity was tainted away,
Love transformed into bitter hate,
Hope shattered into deep despair,
Our minds entangled by cruel fate,
Unthinkable deeds, we must glare,
We ask ourselves, in deep regret,
Do we know each other's true face?

The Torment

In the shadow's grasp, my tortured soul
I find myself losing control
To drown or to fight, to give up or escape
Surrounded by my fears, stuck in this landscape

A landscape of silent screams
Where doubt creeps in
A symphony of worries, a dance with darkness
A song calling for anxiety's harness

Now here I stand
Stranded in the torment's grip
Where I'll strive to find
A fragment of peace for my restless mind

Nostalgia

Smell of the sea, sound of the birds, sun in the sky,
So clear yet so many blurs,
My reminiscence of a blissful July

Leaving A Void

Left home for a better future,
One of uncertainty, doubt and fear,
A void impossible to fill no matter where I go,
I cannot find a place so dear

The Wounded Artist

I sit in the darkness,
I paint through the pain,
The wounds are my colors,
The canvas my terrain

Look Away

Faced with my burden, an unbearable horror, do I face it?
No, I look away
A riderless life, waiting for its rider, do I bestride it?
No, I look away
I see light, I see gold, a key that I need to hold, do I seize it?
No, I look away
I stand in front of the door, what’s there behind it, do I wander more?
No, I look away
The spear of time stabs me, leaves me bleeding, do I use it?
No, I look away
A demon comes for my eyes, he feeds off my demise, do I confront him? 
No, I look away
A demon wearing my face, saying,
“Don’t worry, just look away”

In the end, I ask you about life, Do you face it?
Do you bestride it? Do you seize it?
Do you wander more?
Do you use it?
Do you confront it?
 Or do you just look away?

Killing The Past Kills The Present

The present, shaped by the burning past,
Bounded together,
No way to get rid of one and not the other

The Other Side

Following you everywhere you go,
I am the past that nobody knows

Helpless

Watching the terror in front of me unfold,
Lying helpless,
Hoping my story won't be left untold