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#45 – Grace

Nikon F90 + 28-70mm | Kodak Portra 400

 

A familiar flutter
A wayward dance
A wilting rose
Does so with elegance

 

Hello. Hi!

I have neglected this little space on the interweb for a long while – almost 6 months to be (kind of) exact. So, I’ve decided to pop in to say hi. Hello! I hope you’re well, wherever you are on our beautiful Earth.

I’ve been alright, although, that’s like my default answer when anyone asks me how I am. It’s a vague kind of answer, but it’s mostly the truth. Time has, as always, flown past in a blur. There are days where I feel amazing, and days where everything seems to get on my nerves, so I guess “alright” is a pretty good average. Wouldn’t you agree?

When I was last here, I talked about my first solo exhibition Bloom, and I have finally gotten around to editing and uploading the photographs from opening night! (Only 6 months late, but it’s ok.)

Here are a few snippets:

You can click here to take a gander at the full album on Facebook! All images were kindly taken by my friend Brendan Manning.

I will also be putting up the full Bloom collection in the near future, along with an updated portfolio of work + a little revamp to the site! I’ve been saying that for ages now, but I will definitely get to that during my summer break! (I now have this in writing to hold me accountable.)

In other news, I am going to Brisbane next month! I am so incredibly excited to take a much-needed breather and go somewhere slightly foreign to unwind. Brisbane was the destination of choice because of Yayoi Kusama’s Life is the Heart of a Rainbow exhibition currently showing at QAGOMA. I first heard of the exhibition while it was in Singapore earlier this year, and I knew that if I had the chance to see it, I had to grab it. And the moment I laid eyes on the exhibition poster, it was a rather spontaneous decision, but I had to go! My tickets and accommodation are booked, so if you have any recommendations on what/where to eat, things to do and places to see, please leave me a comment on this post, email me or send me a direct message via Instagram!

I plan to take some time off the socials (do a short social media detox) while being away in Brisbane – very much like what I did when I went to Melbourne 2 years ago. Going about daily life, it’s hard to realise the sheer amount of time and energy that is spent online – it’s pretty scary to think about. I’m looking forward to unplugging; to wandering aimlessly with my camera in hand; to take life even slower than I usually do; to journal and read and write; to immerse myself in art; to relax, recharge and refuel; to plan personal projects; to spend some quality me time; and to hopefully dig deep for an intrinsic motivation that I desperately need to drive change in myself.  

But for the moment, it’s come to the pointy end of the semester and I have a mountain of projects to complete in the next 2 weeks (wish me luck!).

Before I go, I just wanted to leave you with a few videos that I’ve recently discovered (click here and here).
Cheyenne is just so honest + genuine + sincere with her presence online, and I’ve fallen in love with her work, her words and her sweet soul. The first video is a reading of her poem paired with video and text and it is so beautiful – I had it on repeat for a little while because it resonated with me so much. It made my heart ache a little, and made me feel tension yet at ease. The second video is just her sitting in front of the camera and talking through her thoughts – it’s a little lengthier but I’m sure that when you watch it, it’ll resonate with you, and she dishes some really wonderful nuggets of wisdom and encouragement in the second half of the video. If you need a little encouragement or pick-me-up, I hope these videos might help in some way as they have for me!

That’s all from me, for now.
You are a wonderful something – thank you for reading x

With love, Emily.

#34 – No end.

Canon EOS 500N | Kodak Portra 400

No End

It starts with you

The butterflies growing

The heart beating

The sparks flying

 

It starts with you

The palm sweating

The spine tingling

The adrenaline peaking

 

It starts with you

The nervous breathing

The hesitant pausing

The anxious waiting

 

It starts with you

The white lying

The mask hiding

The blatant cheating

The downright disgusting

 

It starts with you

The incessant crying

The crude swearing

The soul crushing

Death-defying

 

The feelings lingering

The stomach churning

The eyes burning

The heart wrenching

Truth

 

The downwards weighing

The heart sinking

The almost ending

 

With love, Emily.

#31 – Dazed.

Canon EOS 500N | Kodak Portra 400

Dazed

I put one foot in front of the other

Like a soldier

Subconsciously marching.

 

I feel the wind in my face,

The breeze through my hair –

My peripheral it is obstructing.

 

My lips are left ajar,

Pupils pulsing with the beat of my heart –

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

 

And as I ponder the dichotomies

Of love and life –

I am left aimlessly wondering.  

With love, Emily.

#21 – Foreign.

Nikon F90 | Kodak Portra 400

--- Of strong winds and touristy views.

For a thought is but an assumption without context.

Nikon F90 | Kodak Portra 400

Nikon F90 | Kodak Portra 400

Nikon F90 | Kodak Portra 400

Nikon F90 | Fujifilm Superia 400

Nikon F90 | Fujifilm Superia 400

Nikon F90 | Fujifilm Superia 400

Nikon F90 | Fujifilm Superia 400

Nikon F90 | Fujifilm Superia 400

Nikon F90 | Fujifilm Superia 400

With love,

Emily.

#20 – Memory Foam.

Nikon F90 | Kodak Portra 400

Memory Foam

I remember how it used to feel

Every time prior to meeting you –

The way butterflies grew from the pits of my stomach;

How my heart would race because it liked the view.

 

I remember what it felt like

Every time you looked at me –

The way you stared into my soul;

How I melted from your gaze so gently.

 

I remember how you made me feel

Every time you touched me so tenderly –

The way you held my hands in yours;

How everything would fit so perfectly.

 

I remember how it felt like that night –

To have my heart ache in dying pain;

To fall to my knees in a standing crowd;

To cry cries that screamed in vain.

 

I will remember how it feels like

Every time thoughts of you surface –

The way my stomach knots itself in disgust;

How my jaw dropped in the first place.

 

I am always remembering how it feels –

Because losing you isn’t just a one-time affair;

And I hope never to fall in love again

Because the torture is more than I can bear. 

 

 

With love,

Emily.