Description
I contort for closeness.
Reshape my words. Silence my truths. Stitch my skin into palatable patterns—just to be held in a version of your gaze that does not know me.
Tormented Ecstasy captures the seductive torment of self-erasure.
Of bending until beauty breaks. Of blooming in captivity, where validation is mistaken for love, and sensuality becomes a quiet plea to matter—even if the self is hidden beneath laced illusions.
This piece is about the cost of being adored but not accepted.
Raw. Erotic. Honest.
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All artworks are original creations by Aminath Rooba Ali. Unauthorized reproduction, copying, or redistribution is prohibited.
