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MARCH 11
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The epiphany
drift into the heavenly essence of my majestic, eye-opening realisation
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As I lay here on my bed writing this, I feel as though I'm senselessly bathing in a warm nestle of nostalgia. Memories resurface of the epiphany, the revelation of who I wanted to become and why. Reminiscing, it had come down to the final award. I had lost all hope. Best director? I had no chance. I silently slumped into the comforting caress of the velvet red embassy chair, twiddling my thumbs in nothing but a puddle of utter disappointment.
Before my own comprehension of the moment, I remember scrambling up from the abyss of my seat feeling the tight and excited grips and grasps of all my friends' hands, navigating around my arms. I had finally digested the roar of MY name followed by the most compelling wave of what felt like the longest, electrifying cheer I have ever heard. My heart was pounding. A random continuum of vulgar language uncontrollably scattered my brain, delaying my shocked reaction. A painfully long and awkward limp down the 7000 flights of stairs in 5 inch stilettos, had me wanting to run them over with a sub-compact utility tractor multiple times, burn the remnants to cinders and bury whatever was left. Anyway, as I humbly accepted the award I never ever ever envisaged receiving, I managed to haul a few sympathetic words together to express my gratitude along with my exhilaratingly nervous air. This. This was the moment when my epiphany had softly settled into the forefront of my naive and complexly wired intellect or in other words as i call it, my unembellished mind. An unexplainable sensation cleansed me and I remember thinking as clear as day, this is my place in this world, this is what I'm here to do.
MARCH 23
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Blue Lights
everyone has different creative processes, I guess mine stems from escaping reality, after all, solitude is bliss
My close friends would definitely describe my approach to photography as “fluky”, “incidental” and even “futile” probably because of the instances in which I just so happen to be in that surprisingly and relievingly spur inspiration and/or provoke my creativity. The photograph as shown above may or may not have been a part of a slightly drunken photo shoot in my living room after my year 13 ball. I had borrowed a school canon camera “for photography” over the weekend, in which I honestly had no plan at all to use for any school purposes. As we came home from an extremely underwhelming night with nothing but sad memories of a miserable unauthentic butter chicken (which honestly couldn't have tasted further from the real thing) and a scarce seating plan (let's not even get into that) we decided to leave early.
Sipping on our $7 wine whilst getting our unapologetically appalling boogie on, I whipped out the camera and let my friend Rebecca seize the moment. I set the mood and put on my favourite alluringly tantalizing, falsetto dripped tame impala vinyl and let the delicately ethereal blue iridescent fairy lights transcend us into a whole other realm. I urged rebecca that this was her utopia, and her self expression was the epitome of everything in that moment. I believe this was the initial realization of how my love for celestially ethereal and mysterious photography was birthed. The next day I remember flicking through the photos and thinking to myself, that had been the best shoot I’d ever encountered, so effortlessly and hadn't planned any aspect of it. One of the most important things I learned from this experience was that sometimes you don't find inspiration but it finds you, patience is prosperity.
April 6
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Perfection is an Illusion
hardwork eliminates limitations, imagination is a sphere of omnipotent artistry
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Ok I'll admit, in all honesty I definitely was slightly more scared than excited to start uni, I mean it is a big step up from high school that's for sure but it's certainly helped the growth and development of my independence so far which I’m extremely grateful for. My first summative documentary I had to film, I decided to craft and create independently as I had a set idea in which I wanted to devise perfectly to my own liking. The basis of my documentary was centred around young adolescent/teen sports players involved in heavily competitive sports/athletics and how it affects their mental health (at such a young age). I found that my sister fit perfectly into this category, being 15 at the time and playing for 4 different football teams at a high level, including a womens team i had previously been a part of, accumulated of extremely athletic women in their mid to late 20s. I feel as though there is a lot of pressure for the people who are able to relate to this issue which is why I thought it would be important to highlight its significance. So I trekked back to my old high school with a camera and filmed my old football team, full of unfamiliar faces as the fresh influx of new girls had scarily dawned. Having filmed at golden hour, the imposingly compelling lighting and structure of the shots I achieved were immaculate. As I had captured a range of different angles and shot types during filming, this ultimately made post production much more simple and effective, having a diverse array of variety. As for the voice over I wanted it to be as raw and organic as possible so I left my sister alone with the camera to talk about her personal struggles and experiences. Essentially this was the only way I believed that I’d be able to provoke an intimate honesty from her and it worked. As this all finally started to amalgamate into the final product, I was ecstatic with the outcome having put in all my best efforts. It felt as though my journey had taken a leap from one expansion to another.