A conversation with myself about 2019, growth and the perpetual state of transition.Read More
Since the journey through the 20’s and my 20’s is about to begin, this is sort of letter to myself reflecting on 20 things I’ve learned over the past two decades of my existence.Read More
Last weekend I went on a holiday to Brisbane with my boyfriend, and I decided to take my film camera with me! I wanted to bring my film camera instead of my digital camera because it just keeps me in the moment more, instead of checking after every photo and worrying too much about getting…Read More
So! I’ve named this post ‘green is not a creative colour’ because literally every photo is green (apart from 2) and I’m beginning to think I can’t take pictures of anything that isn’t green. And I’ve been feeling a bit less creative and inspired with my photography lately, sooooo perhaps Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared…Read More
Every single project I did at University this year, including digital illustrations, pattern designs, comic illustrations, poster designs, photography, 2D animation, 3D animation, and visual effects! Long story short I did a lot!Read More
The mind is a time machine,
A look back upon our lives machine,
Think forward with our mind machine.
But there’s a difference between what you saw
And what you see, through a growing and different
Set of the same eyes.
I couldn’t help but watch the people lining the shore and the jetty, and notice all the individual memories being written as so many people gathered in a common place to leisurely live their lives. Everyone coming together to enjoy the water and the sun, but each group’s experience independent from the rest. People together, but apart, and soon to go separate ways and never to know if anyone happens upon the same place as any of those beach-goers again.Read More
It’s all a part of life’s flux, the growing pains,
the stiffening ache – perhaps just the body’s lullaby.
Stop trying to move while curled and cocooned
Just rest before becoming a butterfly.
I’m told I was conjured from a flickering light,
Or dancing phosphenes –
Dots of red and blue and green
Arranging to become me.
But I don’t remember it any more than
A child remembers being born.
Then again, I don’t remember life at all.
With you there are no daydreams
Or holding on to night dreams.
You are all my dreams in one.
A pocket dream in the coat of reality,
A door opened to a world bigger on the inside with
Life chaotically everywhere,
But in here it is still and only ever now.