the poem is sweet and hopeful but also a little bit sad and i worked intuitively in a collage scrap book format that i picked up from fmp - it was the first time i translated my new ways of working through a small personal one day project and it turned out pretty well.
i had some restrictions such as only being able to use black ink but that ended up adding to the aesthetic of the zine - it made it moody and dark and the way i edited the pictures (layered and with offbeat registrations added to it as well).
excited to get on with more personal narratives in the future - doing this as well was also an important thing for me because it allowed me to process what's going on in a way that i feel ready to get on with fmp work now. good stuff
"The tightness in my chest
woke me up from my sleep
But I got up felt the
breeze coming through the
window and thought about
how mad it is that
the sun, the moon, the
cats and the birds continue
on their journey of being
untainted by fear
unbothered by the unknown
And maybe when the claustrophobia
hits and my chest feels tight again I can
learn from them
Learn to be without
the pressure to do.
Learn me and others around
me too.
Learn my skin and my thoughts,
learn my irks and dont's.
Inside we learn to be."
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