The journey of the painting began with real-life images, moved through sketches, and ended with the final piece.

My name is Two Worlds, and I was born in November 2023 in Majd's bedroom.

I was brought to life through still life.

My objects are real but abstracted.

I was resisting being created.

I was not comfortable in my own skin.

My existence felt too forced.

I was created to enter an exhibition.

Even though I am based on real life, I carry fictional stories.

A flower growing from a lamp.

A teddy bear climbing a dune while holding a mini teddy bear.

A bottle infused with the lamp, connected with its base.

A warrior's head resting while everything else takes place.

~ TW

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Hi there! Majd speaking 🩵

I can't believe this painting is two years old! It doesn’t seem like it whatsoever, but at the same time, so much has changed.

The journey began with real-life images. I took a small abstract still life course online to familiarize myself and gather inspiration. The exhibition theme was still life, and there was no way I was going to do a literal, non-abstracted painting. I had tried that ages ago when I was younger, and I hated every minute of it. There’s something about copying something in front of me that annoys me and pushes all my buttons.

So instead, I began creating sketches, loosely based on the still life references but slowly evolving into something else, something more my own. I wanted to capture the essence rather than the form, the feeling rather than the object.

When it came time to paint, everything shifted. The process of the course had been really fun, I had a blast experimenting and exploring, but once I stood in front of the canvas, resistance crept in. There was tension between my mind and me; I wanted one thing, and my mind wanted another, trying to prove something to the world.

Eventually, I pushed through. The painting came to life in its own way, even if it wasn’t what I expected. I was the odd one out during the exhibition opening—everything else was traditional still life, and mine didn’t even qualify as one. But I didn’t care.

Not my favorite piece, but it was an experience for sure, a reminder that even resistance has something to teach.