A body in the water

All was quiet
Listening to my heart beat
I centre my breath
I feel my body lift with every inhale
And fall with every exhale
Of creation

By body descends and I lose all senses

I ascend,
Only when I am hungry
And ache for breath
I breach the waters
Nose first

Before I my vision clears
My ears and eyes submerge again
My senses becoming muddled
Losing perspective
of what’s beyond the surface

Inhale again
My sight returns
My hearing slightly clearer
I can catch a glimpse

Before I need to exhale again…

By Joey Dean

Canadian Transgender artist Joey Dean paints bold emotional abstracts that warp reality. His pop-surrealism expresses a sadness’s and bittersweet nostalgia for growing up LGBTQ+ in a place where he didn’t exist. He strives to advocate issues within his community such as acceptance over tolerance, supporting victims of violence, and the intersections of mental health and being *Queer.

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