Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Part 1: Fighting Myself

Part 1: Fighting Myself

Self Portrait 1.

Part 1 of a 5 piece photo-set, accompanied by short texts.

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and the blows keep coming like gusty winds upon my fragile frame.

a bit like walking down a corridor lane and right against the gales;

immobilised and hopelessly standing watching a home so close - yet so far

a goal to reach, but not yet - you simply can't start.

Slowly I start to wonder whether there is such a thing as fate, or destiny

that is preventing me from moving on or forward or even at all

that maybe in this whirlwind there is something to learn

like not to fight the waves of nature but instead learn to swim in them

to float 

softly 

with the current  not fight it until it knocks me out cold on the shore

i am at war; fighting myself, my heart, my brain, my beliefs.

standing weak, unable to win but yet unable to lose,

and the blows keep coming like gusty winds upon my fragile frame.

Part 2: Where is that girl?

Part 2: Where is that girl?

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