re.born II
g(re)if
soulmate
Earlier today, I read this quote “I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star”, by Emery Allen. Soulmates.
Do they really exist? Have they ever existed? Or have we created this illusion to feel less lonely in our uniqueness? And if you are lucky enough to have met a soul mate, the chosen one, does that mean you will be missing that person till the next soul mate that comes along? We are trapped in our own creation of this illusion. I believe in soul, but soul mate… We create romance to justify our feelings “forever” “soulmate”, till pain questions our trust that our soul can travel with other souls till they reach the sun and spread away to foreverness. Till we are remade from the same star.
for soulmates are stardust spread down on earth in the shape of human bodies that magnetise each other in eternal flow around each other, till we return to where we began. Inside each other, in a star
Do they really exist? Have they ever existed? Or have we created this illusion to feel less lonely in our uniqueness? And if you are lucky enough to have met a soul mate, the chosen one, does that mean you will be missing that person till the next soul mate that comes along? We are trapped in our own creation of this illusion. I believe in soul, but soul mate… We create romance to justify our feelings “forever” “soulmate”, till pain questions our trust that our soul can travel with other souls till they reach the sun and spread away to foreverness. Till we are remade from the same star.
for soulmates are stardust spread down on earth in the shape of human bodies that magnetise each other in eternal flow around each other, till we return to where we began. Inside each other, in a star
de-touch
re(born)
A man said the toughest moment in our life is one impossible to remember. It is our first breath, the forceful rush of air in our small, fragile bodies, the intensity of the moment we are (re)born, the unbearably unexpected "separation" from our "mother's body", the painful squeezing of our mortal little body out of the mother's flesh and blood. The moment we are (re)becoming ourselves.
burial
The things we bury under the skin in order to survive in our own mistakes. The things we hide deep inside , so deep we can't even see them ourselves. The things that come out each time ourselves are braver than our weakness. The scream from inside your heart.
This is a personal exploration and self realisation through photography and that justifies the self portrait presentation.
I realized my connection to photography and art, when I felt the inner urge for change, for meeting who I am, embracing my "shadow", the self I was not taught how to be, but the self I am. Those photos are dated from 2013 to 2016 and are related to various periods of my life, in an effort to come to terms with emotions, negative or not, intense or painful and discover a piece of truth through experiencing them, minimizing judgement and exposing myself by taking photographs or writing in my personal blog.
Visual language is much more powerful than words and I believe art communicates the unspoken and those things that we might not even dare to admit we feel.
Shadow.
