I haven’t written anything in a while purely because I haven’t had the energy to. Before the words used to spill out. My fingers frantically trying to keep up with the word vomit issuing from my head. I would write down exactly what I was thinking with little curation to the structure or line of … Continue reading this is where I am at.
a young white girl, who has seen little and knows little old, naive conflicted, swirling I feel young, because at the age of twenty-one I should surely feel young. If fate decides to deal me a bountiful hand I should expect to see many long years stretching out before me. I am still studying, learning, … Continue reading Who am I?
A lot of things have happened recently. Some massive milestones, and some more mundane things which have turned out to be quite exciting. Here’s a little timeline of events: ————————————————————————– Twelve days ago, I performed Joss Arnott’s piece Catalyst for the first time. Eleven days ago, I booked my flight to Denmark ready to start … Continue reading My Second Monday as a Graduate
I used to hang my thick skin up in the closet. Letting things wash through me rather than expelling them. But after many salty rivers running down my cheeks, I have crawled into the wardrobe and hunkered down in the rough hide. A hide to hide in. Shelter. I wear my shield proudly. Threats will … Continue reading Metaphors to hide the Truth
Someone once told me that if you have an expressive face then you don’t photograph well. Until recently I didn’t think having an expressive face was a bad thing, and then I needed a headshot. Then comes the agonies, and extremely rare ecstasies of taking up close, in focus photographs of my face. A face that … Continue reading the stop taking photos I hate my face headshot