An Improvised Letter to My Introvert Self. / by Sarah Taibah

This piece is a combination between Triptography and my silkscreened handwriting to support the concept of me talking to myself and trying to convince her that the world offers all the colors of the heart, rainbow and universe. Also if deep inside all she sees is dark, that doesn't mean that everything is black.

the letter:

It's dead dark here inside!

What is it that you love about this place?

Darkness doesn't suit me. Why do you hold onto it so tight?

You're me but unlike me! Why can't you reflect me ?!!!

Try to get out and see the colors ... All the colors that beautify your darkness.

Anyhow, If you ever needed me, you'll find me waiting here ... outside.