For the first time in my life I experienced the other-worldly sounds of the humble, yet powerful crystal singing bowls. After a couple of hours of yoga and meditation, the session was ended with these astounding instruments (I’m unsure if you can call them that). Lying down on my back, eyes closed and edging into […]Read more "The Sound of Crystals"
Radiohead. Conjures childhood-like, hazy memories, flipping by in frames, clicking on and on. Images of birds fleeing into the dusk, rippling water, heat dazed meadows, a grumbling sea, a mountain edge. Beautiful snapshots, real and imagined, flowing by on a stream, around the carousel. Lulling you to sleep in another reality. Removed from the present. […]Read more "Daydreaming"
To lay yourself bare, to completely surrender to someone else is a thing of bravery, of pure vulnerability. It takes courage to reveal certain hidden parts of you to someone else. Regardless of whether you trust them completely, it is always a risk to uncover yourself in ways you have never before. The fact that […]Read more "Mumbles Spoken Out Loud"
Isn’t it peculiar how you can feel so entirely hollow at times? And perhaps even odder is that it’s usually seemingly over nothing at all. A picture, a comment said in passing, a look, a road, a building, an object that connects you so closely to one certain human and just throws you into a […]Read more "The Peculiar Workings of an Undecided Mind"
35mm film, taken on disposable cameras. Bendigo, Victoria. Murchison, Victoria. Shepparton, Victoria.Read more "From the Archives"
Yours Worn and unpretty Yielding to the touch Calculated certainty Rough and rushed Open in tenderness Clenched in ignorance Confessors of softness Examples of endurance Strong and defined Radiatiors of heat Created to be twined Quicken a heartbeat Warm she who remains Melting down the soul Destroyers of all pains Mold her […]Read more "Hands"
It is around this time, 6pm, when darkness falls and the usual sounds of my sister’s radio and the TV in the lounge begin to softly start up, that I feel the complete and utter loneliness of my soul. A type of loneliness that assures me to be the sole believer of my beliefs, the […]Read more "The Lonely Hour"