25th September 2020
After the last six months of quarantine, we are all slowly but surely making our way out of hibernation and back into the ‘real world’. For the majority of my friends this means moving to a new city or enrolling on a new course which in itself brings along much doubt and fear but on the flip side a lot of possibility & excitement.
This, I’ve been told, means I am entering the ‘real world’. Which quite ironically appears as some sort of mystical void entered only upon adulthood but in reality is an umbrella term used by people wanting to reference the sludge of daily living… oh so mystical.
What I keep reminding myself of is why I wanted to take some time out and what I wanted to do with it.
Which was to have space & freedom outside of the institution. This was a choice I made out of hopefulness and romanticism of possibility; which I don’t regret at all. In a hope that I could generate my own identity, motivation and body of work on my own accord. Existing was essentially my only plan. The idea of existing on my own filled me (and still does) with excitement. I envisioned traveling, photography, developing my work, learning, reading and just being in the present.
Taking a breath.
However, over the last 6-8 months, circumstances have changed ie.corona. Which has brought about much fear in the majority and has shat all over my enthusiasm for the time ahead of me. This week I have really identified that. Which is why I am currently typing.
September begun, all of my friends moved away to start their new courses/ do their own thing and I was left contemplating what it actually was I wanted to do. How I wanted to use my time and reassess what this year was hopefully going for bring for me. That is when I decided to create my own project. Write a project proposal and work on something fulfilling.
There I began, looking back on the pictures I’d taken over the summer in Crete, googling Soviet constructivism and feeling that familiar excitement of a new idea beginning to erupt.
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