About Flow Inking
Flow Inking is a journey into the unknown, exploring the space between sketching and writing. The flow of lines, whether drawn or written, becomes a map guiding towards unseen spaces, revealing the silent language of the unknown, not just my own thoughts, but also the interconnected frequencies of other ideas circulating in the universe.
This project is part of an ongoing artistic research and flows from personal sketching into collective writing, inviting participants to respond, reflect, and create. Through this shared process, we explore the unknown together, allowing thoughts to become and reveal themselves through diverse flow. As new ideas emerge from sketches and writing, I decode these silent messages, uncovering secret codes that speak to post-identity, a voiceless yet powerful space alive with diverse perspectives.
These flowing ideas move through my work like blood through veins, becoming a language of their own. The resulting artworks are not merely aesthetic creations; they are vessels of communication. They translate into teaching, exhibitions, and research, forming a pedagogy that shares knowledge, sparks reflection, and nurtures creativity.
Flow-inking sketches
My Flow-inking
I am an alien being in this vast Space…
I am categorized as deviant because I reflect diverse ways of my being by the Society…
It does not allow me to be Sentience
But it permits Sapience
It treats me as if I am a Strangeness
Its rules dictates my Syntax
Where I have to re-study my Semantics
As if I am Pathologized, Futile, Facetious, Freak…
I become a re- alien with no Human-centric but a Nemo-centric.
A disabled body has a larger, heavier head compared to the rest of its body. Despite this, the hands try metaphorically to show that the weight of a mind carrying too much injustice and harm, both mental and physical, bears down even more heavily on the body.
The feeling of being trapped as a disabled body, a “stick-ness” to contaminated atmosphere and ground that harms both the body and the mind. Beings in the images show disabled emotions, not able to express any emotions other than anger or rage toward their reality. They are controlled by white, abled-bodied people who seek to dominate them along with their atmosphere and land.
I don’t remember being like a fish in my mother’s womb, but she would certainly feed me when she heard the sound of my movements. I believe hearing the sounds of marine life is possible when we listen with love, compassion and deep connection as if we are mothers to them.
One is impulsive and the other is a nurturer.
One is ending the story and the other is canceling the end.
One is the mind, and the other is the womb.
One is limited and the other is limitless.
One is colonizer and the other is indigenous.
One and the other reflects Ursula’s unconventional storytelling.
One and the Other are both a science fiction,
One is linear, the Other is progressive, a conventional, way of process, a reflection of multifaceted nature of human experience.
One & Other are both a science fiction,
One linear, progressive,
Other conventional, way of process, a reflection of multifaceted nature of human experience.
Hey Killer, You choose to kill,to exterminate,and terminate…
Is this your communication?Is that how you speak?
Are you programmed to kill?
Or are you willing to kill to justify your fanatic- ideology?
Are you a human? An anti-human? Or a non-human?
Well, let me tell you who you are…
You are a criminal,
You are a cruel machine of destruction.
You communicate with domination and eradication.
You call for a death dialogue.
You are a zombie, endlessly repeating violence.
You are trapped in your own loop…
I pity you…
You transform visible beings into invisible.
You are a killer, stuck in your own bubble of rubble.
But you know what?
In my eyes, you are the invisible, and the invisible is visible.
I don’t read your language,I don’t accept your existence.
I pity you…
You are a form without a soul.
You are arrogant and hateful.
You are erasing the land, the life, the memory, and the happiness.
You are a war machine with frozen emotions.
You are a killer, stuck in your own bubble of rubble.
Hey killer!
Are you planning to continue killing with no mercy?
Well, killer, I assure you, you will destroy yourself,
And you will never transform into a light, invisible being.
You will only stay in your bubble of trouble.
You will end up destroying yourself.
The dead will transform into invisible light beings,
But you… you will stay forever in your bubble of trouble…
You are a killer, stuck in your own bubble of rubble.
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A DJ mix of Mystical Fictionist Storytelling
Voicing, languaging prophecies and conspiracies
Drama-Queening fear
Hysterically, Overwhelmingly, Embarkingly into illusional-insanity
A theatrical pod that manipulates fabulation.
A journey that ends with Clicking-off.
A fabulation of dead spectacle.
This is a performative metaphor, a wording art piece art-ifying the madness of social media news, its fabrication of fabulation, the fantastication of fictionation, and the figmentation of filteration.
Once upon a time, there was a character named Flying Victoir. The character was sketched by a woman who had fallen asleep at her desk. As the woman slept peacefully, something extraordinary happened: Flying Victoir sprang to life, jumping out of the paper, curious and eager to explore beyond the world the character knew.Flying Victoir began to fly. The character’s face was filled with excitement, wonder, and curiosity. Flying Victoir’s traditional costume, a symbol of the character’s beloved homeland, Lebanon, clung tightly to the character, representing the rich culture and history of Flying Victoir.As Flying Victoir soared higher and higher, the character left behind the cedar and olive trees of Lebanon. Flying Victoir flew further and further until arriving in Canada, a place completely new to the character. When Flying Victoir landed, something strange happened! The traditional costume, once so vibrant and proud, started to fade away. Flying Victoir was not sure why, but the character could feel a part of its whole disappearing along with it.Though Flying Victoir had many adventures in this new country, the character was not fully happy. Flying Victoir explored landscapes of maple trees, but something inside felt incomplete. Flying Victoir realized that an important connection was missing, something that linked the character to true self.Driven by a deep longing, Flying Victoir made a decision: the character would return to the place once called home. And just as the desire to return filled Flying Victoir’s heart, something magical happened. The traditional costume, the clothes of ancestors, returned, wrapping around the character once more.Surprised but overjoyed, Flying Victoir took flight again, soaring through the air with a renewed sense of self. With a great smile on the character’s face, Flying Victoir finally returned to where it all began: on the character’s paper.And just as Flying Victoir landed, the woman woke up from her nap. With a content heart, she continued sketching Flying Victoir’s family and the treehouse home.
This story is a journey of curiosity, searching for identity, a longing to belong, and the emotional depths of immigration, showing that while identity evolves along the way, our true selves often find solace in returning home.
Join Story Circle
Be part of the collective Story Circle…
Choose the sketch that resonates with you, give it a title, let yourself go with the flow, and write whatever comes to mind , a story, a memory, a poem, or a reflection. Your words become a living voice, part of an endless creation that unfolds the unknown and explores our collective identity. Together, sketches and writing activate the flow, mapping a silent language and transforming individual responses into shared stories that reveal new perspectives.
Collective Flow-inking Circle
Ready to Share Your Story?
Pick a sketch that inspires you and submit your own writing or story below. Join the collective storytellers!
Email me your response @ info.olaserhal@gmail.com
Collective Storytelling Responses
Mohammad (Morid)
How can someone suddenly stand in the middle of the street and ask themselves: ‘Is this my destiny?‘
Ola Serhal/Artist
I choose the sketch titled: “Aura Shield“
A new title: ” Harvester of keyWords “
I am a Collector
Collecting keyWords
Constructing Language
Collaging Meanings
Creating Forms
Conceiving Knowledge
Carving Creativity
Ramm/Student
I like bird shifts
A new title: “falcon of eclipses“
I am a
Sgs
S:scripter
G:gamer
S:sports
Loaye/Entrepreneur
Shape shifters shows how people need to shape their characters to fit predetermined social and psychological molds. The effects of these molds are so powerful, that even our happiness is predetermined by them.
Ola Serhal is a researcher, visual artist, and educator. Her work is a journey into the unknown, unfolding identity and collective experience through creative practice. She engages with diverse materials, her own body, and the dynamic processes of a/r/tography to collect and translate knowledge, allowing ideas to emerge through embodied, experimental methods.
Flowing with writing and sketching, shedding ink across surfaces, and weaving fiction, imagination, seeks to unlock the hidden language of spaces, presences, and experiences, those of the past, the present, and the possibilities of the future. Her practice is both personal and collective, transforming materials, gestures, and narratives into living expressions that reveal the subtle codes of the unknown and the invisible threads of identity.
As an educator, she brings this philosophy into teaching, aiming to facilitate processes that empower youth to voice their diverse identities without fear and to accept themselves fully. Through her guidance, young people are encouraged to explore, create, and participate in shaping a more inclusive and compassionate world. Through sketches, words, and experiences, Ola’s work becomes a tool to navigate the unseen, map silent languages, and open pathways for understanding ourselves, our collective identity, and the worlds we inhabit.