Collection: Better Days | Sept 2021

It has been yet another year of lockdown. We have been locked up in our homes for too long. Our rooms have become our prisons. Our beds have become detention centers and, for many months now, we've been trapped in the four corners of our very own minds.

It's hard to be hopeful amidst the circumstances. Hope, after all, is reserved for those lucky people residing in more developed societies. Over here, where the air is humid and the heat is unabating, such a notion of "hope" is an illusion.

The title for this exhibit is "Better Days". We may have come of age to know that "hope" is but an illusion, but we are also old enough to know that the ever-changing tides of chance and fate may bring us to brighter times. Our rooms will once more become the walls we come home to. Our minds will once again be the cradle of our imagination. Our bed, rather than a detention center, a place of rest.

We offer this exhibit to those struggling in loneliness, depression, and anxiety.

This too shall pass.