the plight of the artist! people think of us as gods of our own worlds, but really we are explorers, investigators, interrogators. i feel like this piece captures that so well!
I like how you speak to both the power and limitations of seeing the world through your own eyes, which is a very familiar struggle for anyone who writes. You have a unique bend on the world that allows you to see sparkles in the mundane, and regardless of whether or not those sparkles exist independent of your gaze, they would remain unseen without your ability to tell their story, so don't sell yourself short 😉
We are everything, anything and nothing at all. We are the answer and the question. The cause and the consequences. Sometimes I wonder if that’s why humans are so intricate. It is confusing to be all these seemingly contradictory things…
I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant through this piece but it is what it made me feel.
I love your interpretation! I think we do indeed have so many contradictions inside of us as humans, which is why we’re so complex. Thank you so much for reading! 🤍
this is stunning and so full of feeling, I truly felt each word in my soul. you do an incredible job showing the contradictions and complexities of being an artist and writer. we aren’t creating as much as we are exploring, learning, discovering. there’s power, yes, but there are also barriers within our own minds. loved this!! 💝
Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful comment, Lucia! I completely agree with you, we aren’t creating as much as we are exploring etc! 💗💗
There is always so much clarity and purity in everything you share and you don't even see it, which I think fits this perfectly. Your words are like a beautiful ice sculpture I want to protect, or the enchanted rose in Beauty and the Beast that is kept safe in the glass bell
I think this has been my favorite piece of yours so far. I love prose poetry and you captured the essence of the genre perfectly. There are some standout lines and images, particularly the first line, the idea of belonging everywhere/not having a home, of being a painter and a beggar at the same time. It deeply resonated with me. Thank you for sharing!
the plight of the artist! people think of us as gods of our own worlds, but really we are explorers, investigators, interrogators. i feel like this piece captures that so well!
We are indeed! Thank you so much for reading! ❤️❤️
I like how you speak to both the power and limitations of seeing the world through your own eyes, which is a very familiar struggle for anyone who writes. You have a unique bend on the world that allows you to see sparkles in the mundane, and regardless of whether or not those sparkles exist independent of your gaze, they would remain unseen without your ability to tell their story, so don't sell yourself short 😉
LEXIS!! This comment made my day, thank you so much!! 🤍
This piece is so great, ella; I'm going to write notes about it in my journal<3
STOOOOOP that’s sooo sweet, may!! Thank you so much, angel, I’m honoured!! 🤍
AHHHH beautiful Ella! Thank you for sharing 🫶
Thank you for reading, Aaron!
We are everything, anything and nothing at all. We are the answer and the question. The cause and the consequences. Sometimes I wonder if that’s why humans are so intricate. It is confusing to be all these seemingly contradictory things…
I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant through this piece but it is what it made me feel.
Beautiful writing! 💙
I love your interpretation! I think we do indeed have so many contradictions inside of us as humans, which is why we’re so complex. Thank you so much for reading! 🤍
this is stunning and so full of feeling, I truly felt each word in my soul. you do an incredible job showing the contradictions and complexities of being an artist and writer. we aren’t creating as much as we are exploring, learning, discovering. there’s power, yes, but there are also barriers within our own minds. loved this!! 💝
Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful comment, Lucia! I completely agree with you, we aren’t creating as much as we are exploring etc! 💗💗
There is always so much clarity and purity in everything you share and you don't even see it, which I think fits this perfectly. Your words are like a beautiful ice sculpture I want to protect, or the enchanted rose in Beauty and the Beast that is kept safe in the glass bell
Marieeeee!!!! This comment means the world to me! Beauty and the Beast was one of my favourite movies growing up! ❤️🌹
wow. this blew me away. i think we might be the same person. i’m so thankful for writing—it’s such a beautiful way to make the unseen seen :)
It is indeed, thank you for reading! 🤍
“You beat me black and blue and I tell you why you chose to swing your arm the way you did.”
just wow
Thank you! Your support means the world to me!! 🤍
I think this has been my favorite piece of yours so far. I love prose poetry and you captured the essence of the genre perfectly. There are some standout lines and images, particularly the first line, the idea of belonging everywhere/not having a home, of being a painter and a beggar at the same time. It deeply resonated with me. Thank you for sharing!
Ohh thank you so much for your kind words, they truly mean the world to me! I’m so glad you liked it! ❤️❤️
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