Author: Aarman Fidel

It's a fear that most hold in their hearts, the sinking darkness that fades away and takes every bit of who you were. Every appearance, every action, even the very whisper of a name is lost to the horrors of anonymity. From

Once a broken young man walked through my doors, skeleton thin with a look that had lived a thousand lifetimes and suffered them all. A poor man who'd barely been weaned off his mothers teet when he was given a taste

There was once a boy who was brought up into a cruel and uncaring world. An unwanted surprise to parents who had no idea how to raise a child. Physically, he wanted for not but the love and comfort he craved was

Walk into your nearest gallery and go to the first painting that you see. Can you see the meaning behind the artistry even in its simplicity or is it just another decoration on the wall? This is a quandary every artist I

Imagine your average man. He has a respectable 9-5 job, a beautiful wife, 2.5 kids in that white picket suburbia. Donates to charity, helps his fellow neighbour and even goes to church on sundays. From anyone's outside perspective, he has everything