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
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.
To day dreaming-ly hum is perhaps
My brain’s break
From my own thoughts,
Because it feels like somebody else
Is thinking them.
I know these aren’t all photos of forests, ferns or leaves but those are all shades of green and these photos are all indeed green. These photos were taken in the Adelaide Botanic Gardens, and I find myself always finding new things to photograph there despite it being one of my main places to go…Read More
A forty minute bumpy ride, with engine rumbles disrupting the air that I hear but don’t listen to and even the voices that fill my diminishing personal space are just white noise in my quiet. Somehow I’d forgotten how to lose myself in thought. I’d forgotten what escape was. I’d forgotten that this time was…Read More
This is a gallery of all the work I’ve completed in a recent 2 week life drawing course at university. I also discuss how I have improved throughout, how this has changed my perspective on drawing, and how I am always amazed at how much I can create in such a short period of time.Read More