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for the final project for my studio classes of my first year of university, i will be undertaking a photo series - a portrait of isolation. it will be a running photo series (at the end of which, i will choose a select number to use) on isolation, depression and anxiety. a lot of work is going to be put into this series, and it will be self portraiture. there will be a lot of dark photos being uploaded over the next couple of weeks, and perhaps some dark words as i delve further into this work. any feedback and critique you can give the work is highly appreciated through this journey.
on another note, my summer plans are shaping out wonderfully. i have many shoots lined up for different designers and models, and i can't wait to get started on them. it will be a nice change from the darker work i'll be doing before i return home. so, so soon.
divorcetension spills across the table in
condensation glides through
the furniture-dotted rooms
leaving sticky perspiration
spider webbing across door frames.
in isolated claustrophobia,
faint plum coloured wine tattoos
polar white shag carpet.
it spins tales of drunken nights
with too many words released
from the safety of vertebrae
to the eternal location nestled
behind widened retinas.
years pass, and choppy letters
between strained love
still avoid those phantom conversations;
skirt around the stains like the
perhaps, if you refuse to
acknoweldge its existence
it never happened.
[but it did.]
i don't know how to write right now, so i let other words do it for me.
happy valentines day to all of you, with or without a significant other. many people dislike the celebration of valentines day - and i cannot seem to find a reason. i have found myself on the "anti valentines day" road before, but life has shed new light for me. i have found love, hope, magic in another person. but valentines day is not simply a celebration of the love one has for their significant other. it is a celebration of love. love is not defined in such a rigid term, as one loving another. love is the feeling of truly caring for someone in your life - love is found in friends, in families, in yourself. it is found in the little things you do every day that make you who you are. valentines day is a celebration of love, so celebrate it. tell your family you love them. tell your best friend they mean the world to you. tell a stranger they are beautiful. make the most of those people in your life you couldn't imagine not knowing; make the most of loving yourself. happy valentines day.
by the way - whoever sent me the anonymous deviantart valentines, thank you so much.
i know this is an issue that has been raised many times, but i feel like it is one that is important to be aware of. i have been looking in the newest section of deviant art for the past few days, rather than just skipping to the popular deviations. i've been hoping to find little photo gems within them, and occasionally, i have found some. i cannot help but to notice, however, that every third picture is pretty much pornography. not nude art - don't get me wrong, i have absolutely no issue with nude art. the human body is something beautiful that can be so wonderfully captured in the photographic medium. but taking cell phone pictures of your junk, or holding a camera up to a mirror as you flash your tits, is not art. it's cheap pornography. there are many debates as to where the line between nude art and pornography lies. i understand that there are going to be some people to use the deviantart system this way, but really? when every third picture is a poor quality snapshot of genitalia that someone took in their basement one lonely night, there's something wrong here. what is your opinion? where do you think the line between nude art and pornography lays? sorry for the rant and the minuscule bit of crude language, it's just something that's been quite bothersome over the last little while.
coming home this weekend was a time of both joy and sadness. i lost a very special relative, unfortunately, yesterday morning which created a very deeply saddening turn of events. it is so upsetting that i must return to school in a time where my family, as a whole, feels much pain. she lived a beautiful life, and i am confident that she is at peace now. the main reason for my return to canada this weekend was for an interview for a summer internship - something i'll be hearing back from in the next little while. until then, fingers crossed. as well, i was able to see my real life sweet dream, and he helped me through many tears and brought out smiles in the last day or so. my photos for pink martini collection's spring lookbook are now on their website - pinkmartinicollection.com, so you can take a look if you get a chance. more will be released on here over time. i don't know if there will be a lot of writing or very little writing to come in the next little while. there are many things in life right now to be dealt with. sometimes i truly believe that when it rains, it pours; but i am also with the strong belief that after the storm comes the sun. i'm sorry for the vent - airport ramblings at a much-too-early time of morning (or much-too-late time of night, depending on your sleep schedule). for now, i will be far above the clouds before i can curl up in my cozy dorm bed once more. i wish each and every one of you all of the best.
your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. everything i do is stitched with its color.
what made you smile today? tonight is a night where i cannot sleep. the end of the week is fast approaching, building to a very important day for me. i will be back home for two days for some (hopefully) good news. this also means i get to take photos for a very short time in the beautiful snow before heading back to school again. it will be a brief visit home, but is sure to be memorable nonetheless. more to come on the end of the week if all turns out well. school right now is marvelous; becoming a bit busier as the weeks run on. i have posted less writing lately, but i promise it's there. it's enclosed in the pages of a small leather book and i don't know if i'm ready to let go of some of the words yet. i hold them too close, as they are everything i am in each moment they are written. charlotte rose has also become a series of cold whispers i hope to bind into a book for myself someday. for now, i am going to hope for sleep to get the best of me. i hope you are all very well.
there are so many people - so, so many people in this world who are just as scared and just as insecure as you are. they may look confident; they put on a smile every day, they can take charge of a room. that doesn't mean that they don't have their own battles to face, just like you. little or small, everybody has demons. sometimes, the only thing we can really take comfort in is the fact that we are never alone. that simple fact alone is what gets us through our darkest days and out into the light again. we are never alone in this life, regardless of circumstance, and it's something that should never be forgotten.
reading all of your comments on my polls for tell me a lie and something most people don't know about you made me realize - everyone's in the same boat. whether they appear to be or not, we are all in the same boat. but we are rowing to shore together. it's okay to feel down sometimes, and it's okay to take comfort in the fact that you are not the only one. we're all in this together. make every second count of this year, and all of those to come. i hope the new year is going to be amazing for each and every one of you.