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Bright, Victoria Australia
We made the long drive out to Bright for Easter. The colours were lovely and I wish I were more inspired to photographed more. Although the season was turning and with it the glorious transition of colours, I felt stagnant within. We stayed in Wondiligong which was lovely in its own right. I wish I could...
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A Dreamabout …
I had a dream last night where I was on a balcony with some people. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the scene in front of me transformed to that of Disneyland’s familiar dream castle lit up by soft pink lights like I’ve seen in many photos. I heard hushed whispers and people said “the...
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The Play
She cannot speak of all the vocabulary she knows
Vastness of bittersweet tinges in blue black sorrows
So she stands centre stage with a smile on her face
Blocking out the spotlight with sunglasses in place
All around her lies an audience dressed in deepest black
A loud sigh of expectation, a hush then...
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Emiliana Torrini Live @ the Forum
It was the most honest gig I’ve been to in a long time.
For all her fame and super-stardom, Emiliana Torrini was down to earth and almost shy. She talked more than any musician I’ve seen and much to the audience’s delight shared stories that were potentially so embarrassing we mightn’t...
Posted by Wen on 04 23rd, 2009 |
No CommentsWe made the long drive out to Bright for Easter. The colours were lovely and I wish I were more inspired to photographed more. Although the season was turning and with it the glorious transition of colours, I felt stagnant within. We stayed in Wondiligong which was lovely in its own right. I wish I could have hit the national park and seen a lot more but the slow chilled out pace suited the mood more...
Posted by Wen on 04 7th, 2009 |
3 CommentsI had a dream last night where I was on a balcony with some people. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the scene in front of me transformed to that of Disneyland’s familiar dream castle lit up by soft pink lights like I’ve seen in many photos. I heard hushed whispers and people said “the fireworks are about to begin!”. I started to stress because I didn’t have my camera...
Posted by Wen on 04 6th, 2009 |
No CommentsIt has been intense.
I could cry about it, which I did. I could laugh about it, which I did. I could curl up into a ball and wish I would disappear and I did that too - but I didn’t disappear. I try and tire myself out before I go to bed, hoping that that exhaustion would take away the dreams. It hurts to wake up in the mornings that usually begin with a sharp breath of panic whilst my brain...
Posted by Wen on 03 24th, 2009 |
No CommentsShe cannot speak of all the vocabulary she knows
Vastness of bittersweet tinges in blue black sorrows
So she stands centre stage with a smile on her face
Blocking out the spotlight with sunglasses in place
All around her lies an audience dressed in deepest black
A loud sigh of expectation, a hush then a solitary clap
She opened her mouth but she had forgotten the encore
Where are the neon cues and...
Posted by Wen on 03 24th, 2009 |
1 CommentA river of you … a lake to wade through
I am wet and shivering but let me
Put my blanket around you
An ocean of you … a shore to swim to
I am scared and so tired but let me
Hold your hand and let us get through
One day there will be soft sand
Beneath our aching kicking feet
One day there will be a crystal rainbow
So strong its colours are all that we see
For every grain of pain that hides...
