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Over the weekend I’d been driving home and suddenly had to pull off because I felt so overwhelmed, after remembering just how small and insignificant I and everybody else is. And at the same time I felt so incredibly thankful to be something, regardless of how small and insignificant. I feel so fucking grateful to be here, in this body, in this life, on this rock hurtling around in circles through nothingness for who knows why. And I feel so grateful for this rock, for our beautiful home that’s withstood so much of our shit but I know is so tired. And I feel so sorry for it for having to put up with us, for even just the tiny blip on its lifeline that we are.
Anyhow yesterday I decided to cut out super early and go for a long solo hike to get away from all the human noise, and all the noise I make especially that just leaves me feeling toxic rather than heard or understood. And I packed some mirrors to give the earth some eyes (naturally), because I think we need to think of the world as less of a rock and more of a living thing, that suffocates when you throw a plastic bag over its face & feels warm when you embrace it & etc etc. I think it'd be good to feel that the Earth around us as staring back at us, and aim to make it feel proud of our actions towards it rather than ashamed, you know.
Just treat the Earth like you would treat your mom dudes. Or how you should treat your mom, at least. Like you wouldn't throw trash at your mom, or blow exhaust fumes in her face, or build strip malls on her. I guess you wouldn't walk on your mom but you get what I'm sayn. Just be respectful & have some damn manners & all that. Love yall, happy Wednesday.
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Drowning slowly grasping for air....
Suffocating sweet embrace..
Release me.....
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Got me fiendin' for her love, can't lie
Man, you should see how she got me
Spendin' all this time with her
And I couldn't leave her if I wanted to
Her love turns men into fools
Tell me what a man is to do
'Cause I can't breathe when you talk to me
I can't breathe when you're touchin' me
I suffocate when you're away from me
So much love you take from me
I'm goin' outta my mind
I can't breathe when you talk to me
I can't breathe when you're touchin' me
I suffocate when you're away from me
So much love you take from…
Vorrei poter essere più presente, vorrei aver più tempo per me stessa e per scattare.. Spero di tornare al più presto!
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In my photography course we got an assignment with the theme "space". Ended up with "personal space", or rather the lack of it. So I have photographed some people from really close by, in their personal space, this is the second one from the series. Best is to see them all together, gives you a really suffocating feeling. It's not about the beauty or perfectness of the picture, it's all about that suffocating feeling.
I've been so busy, sorry! Trying to balance this and college and music is so hard! I'm so sorry! But here is a photo I took a few days ago in my favourite field at uni. I'm sorry for the inconsistency, I'll work on that.
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the stuffed fox was already in the abandoned house.
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"People are stranger, that's why we're strangers. Words go in, they don't come out."
- "Suffocation Keep" by The Slip
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She begins to submerge her head. Once completely underwater, she exhales and her glub, glub, glub joins the now disjointed and distant pounding of Robert’s fist on the door and Daniel’s persistent and pitiful screaming. She opens her eyes under the water, staring up at the misshapen white bubbles on the top of the bath. Some of the lavender liquid dances on the top of the water; it has yet to turn into frothy bubbles.
Beneath them, she smiles despite the water filling her mouth. She longs to stay under forever, but she is not sure how long she can hold her breath. Maybe I can hold it forever, she thinks. I never want to leave.
The above is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a year or so ago. If you'd like to read it in it's entirety, let me know. :)
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This is from this day. I really hated it at first, but after letting it sit for a good month, I discovered I quite like it. I actually gave it the same name as the one linked above because I feel it's the same idea, but an extremely different execution.
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P.S. My first wedding is this coming Saturday. I am terrified.
suf⋅fo⋅cate [suhf-uh-keyt] Show IPA verb, -cat⋅ed, -cat⋅ing.
–verb (used with object)
1.to kill by preventing the access of air to the blood through the lungs or analogous organs, as gills; strangle.
2.to impede the respiration of.
3.to discomfort by a lack of fresh or cool air.
4.to overcome or extinguish; suppress.
–verb (used without object)
5.to become suffocated; stifle; smother.
6.to be uncomfortable due to a lack of fresh or cool air.
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This was so weird to do. There were actual times where it was hard to breathe.
Sometimes life is definitely suffocating, overwhelming, and just to much to handle. But in the end everything will be okay. Remember that.
A dedicated project whereby I pushed myself to go back to a militant period of my life.
Between my 13nd and 23rd I expecrienced a rollercoaster of emotions due to some harsh losses and difficult situation to handle with.
This project is about this period and visualizes my view on this decade in an artistic way.
For a time I wanted to express this period in images. After a while working on Project 13 | 23, I decided to burn the side images,
not to forget but to close a period of time.
"In nature I find my way back to my childhood self — to memories mixed with happiness and doubt. Upon
these memories, I try to build the future. Nature turns into a gleam of hope, a happy outcome of troubled times.
This imagery is my journey, my intimate diary as I search for the answers to the vertigo of everyday life and
the torments of my heart and soul. It’s about my life, my feelings, about us. Because, in the end, we are all
just full of hope to put back together those broken pieces".
Siempre asfixia.
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That damn routine...
Always suffocating.
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"I believe I can see the future, because I repeat the same routine" - Everyday is exactly the same
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The feast of San Biagio is celebrated in February, in the small town of Motta Camastra (Sicily): these are some moments captured this year 2020. San Biagio was a bishop and martyr, always close to the humble; it is said that in life he managed to save a child from certain death by suffocation because of a thorn that was stuck in his throat, and that is why the Saint is invoked as a protector of the throat.
Many years ago the vara del Santo was carried on the shoulders of the devotees, necessarily young and strong adults, because of its weight, afterwards, unfortunately, due to the emigration of the young people of this country, in the city remained mainly the elderly and children, so much that the heavy Saint, currently "travels on tires", ie the float is placed on a structure equipped with wheels with its steering wheel, so it is driven by the ropes pulled by boys and girls very young, while from behind it is pushed by adults. The float is carried in procession along the streets of the small town, but there are opportunities to run it downhill; the procession ends in the town square, where the Saint is made to run pushing from behind, but also backward pushing it from the front (they all push it: now the children, now the women, now the adults), in memory of the martyrdom of the Saint: it is said that when he was beheaded, his head began to rolling incessantly. In the evening, finally, the procession resumes, this time more quiet, through the streets of the village, and then finally return to church. In addition to the celebration of the Holy Mass in his honor, the feast includes the lively-calm procession, also several stops, during which they are offered characteristic sweets, cakes, drinks and liqueurs.
Post Script:
a) this year two of my black and white photos have been awarded in the photographic competition having as theme the town of Motta Camastra; the jury included the photographic critic Pippo Pappalardo, and the artist Antonio Presti creator of "Fiumara of Art". My photo entitled "Visitatio Mariae" won the first prize, while the other photo awarded (a moment of the feast of San Biagio), won a special mention. These two photos of mine, were printed by Presti in giant format, then embedded in the installation of Motta Camastra, part of "CONTRESODO", name of a series of photographic installations created by him, present in various countries of the Etna hinterland characterized by a series of photographs printed in giant format, which portray the parents together with their children.
B) the country that can be seen in the distance is that of Castiglione di Sicilia, as can be admired from Motta Camastra;
C) the smoking mountain of the photos is, for non-experts, the Etna volcano;
D) during the various stops of the vara, characteristic sweets, cakes, drinks are offered by the families of the neighborhood: everyone is invited to participate in that convivial atmosphere that characterizes the community feast of this small Sicilian village.
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La festa di San Biagio si celebra in febbraio, nella città di Motta Camastra (Sicilia): questi sono alcuni momenti colti quest’anno 2020. San Biagio era un vescovo e martire, sempre vicino agli umili; si narra che nella vita sia riuscito a salvare un bambino da morte certa per soffocamento a causa di una spina che gli si era conficcata in gola, ed è per questo che il Santo viene invocato come protettore della gola. Molti anni addietro la vara del Santo veniva portata in spalla dai devoti, necessariamente giovani adulti e forti, a causa del suo peso, successivamente, purtroppo, per via della pesante emigrazione dei giovani di questo paese, nella città sono rimasti prevalentemente gli anziani ed i giovanissimi, molti sono bambini, tanto che il pesante Santo, attualmente "viaggia su gomme", ovverossia la vara viene posta su di una struttura fornita di ruote col suo volante, la vara così viene trainata da corde tirate dai ragazzi e ragazze molto giovani, mentre da dietro viene spinta dagli adulti. La vara viene portata in processione lungo le vie del piccolo paese, ma non mancano le occasioni per farla correre in discesa, processione infine che si conclude nella piazza del paese, ove il Santo viene fatto correre spingendolo da dietro, ma anche a ritroso spingendolo dal davanti (tutti vogliono partecipare a questa corsa col Santo: ora i bambini, ora le donne, ora gli adulti), a ricordo del martirio del Santo: si narra che quando fu decapitato, la sua testa si mise a rotolare incessantemente. La sera, infine, riprende la processione, questa volta più tranquilla, per le vie del paese, per poi rientrare definitivamente in chiesa. La festa prevede oltre alla celebrazione della Santa messa in suo onore, la processione movimentata-tranquilla, anche diverse soste, durante le quali vengono offerti dolci caratteristici, torte, bevande e liquori.
Post Scriptum:
a) quest'anno due mie foto in bianconero sono state premiate nel concorso fotografico avente come tema il paese di Motta Camastra, della giuria vi facevano parte il critico fotografico Pippo Pappalardo, e l'artista-mecenate Antonio Presti creatore di "Fiumara d'Arte"; la mia foto intitolata "Visitatio Mariae" ha vinto il primo premio, mentre l'altra foto premiata (un momento della festa di San Biagio), ha vinto una menzione speciale. Queste due mie foto, sono state stampate da Presti in formato gigante, poi incastonate nella installazione di Motta Camastra, facente parte di "CONTRESODO", nome di una serie di installazioni fotografiche da lui create, presenti in vari paesi dell'hinterland etneo caratterizzate da una serie di fotografie stampate in formato gigante, che ritraggono i genitori insieme ai loro figli.
B) il paese che si vede in lontanza, è quello di Castiglione di Sicilia, così come lo si può ammirare da Motta Camastra;
C) il monte fumante delle foto è, per i non addetti ai lavori, il vulcano Etna;
D) durante le varie soste della vara, vengono offerti, dalle famiglie del quartiere, dolci caratteristici, torte, bevande: tutti quanti sono invitati a partecipare a quel clima conviviale che caratterizza la festa della comunità di questo piccolo borgo Siciliano.