I turned 22 a week ago now. In the lead up to my birthday and for some time after, I always find myself reflecting on the year that’s passed and what I’ve learned and how I’ve changed. Initially when someone asks me ‘do you feel any different?’, the answer is most often ‘no’. Because I…Read More
My Thoughts Bottle|Blog
Recently, I feel that I have started to learn the importance of other people. I have found myself re-evaluating my stance on friendships and relationships. Not necessarily with specific people, but just in general. For a while, I was always coming back to the thought that I was better off on my own. I refused…Read More
enjoying the process
I think it’s important to realise that life only happens one day at a time, and I can’t snap my fingers and magically end up ‘where I want to be’ in the blink of an eye. I feel it’s important to acknowledge that everyone moves at their own pace, and I am exactly where I’m meant to be at this moment in time.Read More
The exact middle – A poem
I awoke one day
To the soft knock at my door
Of a deep darkening fog
Where there wasn’t before.
Ego – A poem
Now her hand lifts, beckoning
Me to step back into myself
And I tell her I will, but only if
She promises to stop watching
Into the fog
This morning it was very foggy, which is pretty rare for little old Adelaide and this was definitely the heaviest fog I have experienced thus far in my lifetime. So of course, I jumped for joy at the opportunity to capture a familiar environment and turn it into newfound pieces of art, and went out…Read More
A sketchbook full of strangers
In this post I share my sketchbook (and some studio drawings) from a life drawing class I took in February! This was the first time I had ever drawn people in public and it was really fun albeit a little nerve-wracking. I hope you enjoy my sketchbook full of strangers!Read More
Human Webs – A poem
We weave connections in human webs –
An invisible tangle of paths entwined,
As our fingers leave trails of human threads
Woven into a memoir of time.
Pieces of the world – A poem
I think my skull would rattle if you shook it –
filled with an assortment of past things.
I’ll pluck and keep them as trinkets,
souvenirs, mementos of has been.
I fear losing thoughts, and days,
so I pocket reminders of each place I go
(in heart, in mind, in body, in soul).
Submerged in water – A poem
I awoke with my head submerged in water,
ears blocked, the world locked out of my perception.
There’s a knock on a window somewhere but I can’t tell which one
this muffled echo is coming from – a pathetic attempt at a sound.
I’ve lost touch with my senses, like they’re running out of battery,
confused with each other, I can feel sounds but not hear them.