2nd Year at Arts University (surprise at the end)I've had my summer break, I've moved back to my university's town into a new house with a bunch of awesome coursemates, ridiculously fast internet, fully detached house so no problems from crazy neighbours, silent nights meaning I actually get a ton of work done and decent sleep, and the fact all my housemates are artists mean we bounce ideas off of one another and share contacts which is downright awesome :3More Like This
~I'm in a very good place as opposed to last year ~
My course does not start until the 23rd of September, but since I've been here I've been able to get tons of critical reading done into contemporary photography and art;
as well as filling up several notebooks with scribblings on how to keep my art consistent, so that I can actually keep a damned art blog going and so that I really make something of myself
The second year of my photography degree is where they start marking you and giving permanent grades, so where last year was highly experimental this year I'm taking ever
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bonesMore Like This
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.