Hello Everyone- I miss you all. This quarantine has proved extremely difficult to me. Where do I even begin?
The biggest thing to reveal, I suppose, is that I lost my Grandfather, who I was extremely close with, to COVID-19. It has been such a strange time, to mourn the loss of someone you love without being able to be in contact with anyone you love. It almost feels as though he is still alive, and that all of this is just a weird fever dream. Once this is all over and we are allowed to be together again, I will most likely mourn all over again. It's so hard to describe what it was like to attend a graveyard service without touching anyone or to be gathered around the casket. It's hard. So, so hard.
Secondly, and I wish I could have gotten to know you all a little more so you got to know my hobbies outside of design and photography, but I am also heavily involved in dance and theatre. Everyone who is close with me knows all I do is sing while I work, while I'm happy, when I'm sad-- and there's been a lot of singing during quarantine. Too much, actually. So much, that I actually contracted a viral throat infection, which has now turned into vocal nodules. Not only was I confined to my lonely little apartment to mourn, I was also confined inwards to myself-- I was on strict vocal rest if I wanted to maintain my singing voice. Needless to say, it really really sucked. I was depressed, confined, and mute.
However, quite a few times I managed to take some photos during this time. I didn't want to document anything during this time, as it has been a living Hell for me and I would rather not remember any gory details about it. But, just as it helped me to discover myself in Black&White Photo, color photo has helped me see things in a much different way-- there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.
I hope that all of you are well-- and if you're going through anything during this, just know you're not alone. I'm always here to talk! We aren't alone, no matter how much this virus makes us feel that way.
The biggest thing to reveal, I suppose, is that I lost my Grandfather, who I was extremely close with, to COVID-19. It has been such a strange time, to mourn the loss of someone you love without being able to be in contact with anyone you love. It almost feels as though he is still alive, and that all of this is just a weird fever dream. Once this is all over and we are allowed to be together again, I will most likely mourn all over again. It's so hard to describe what it was like to attend a graveyard service without touching anyone or to be gathered around the casket. It's hard. So, so hard.
Secondly, and I wish I could have gotten to know you all a little more so you got to know my hobbies outside of design and photography, but I am also heavily involved in dance and theatre. Everyone who is close with me knows all I do is sing while I work, while I'm happy, when I'm sad-- and there's been a lot of singing during quarantine. Too much, actually. So much, that I actually contracted a viral throat infection, which has now turned into vocal nodules. Not only was I confined to my lonely little apartment to mourn, I was also confined inwards to myself-- I was on strict vocal rest if I wanted to maintain my singing voice. Needless to say, it really really sucked. I was depressed, confined, and mute.
However, quite a few times I managed to take some photos during this time. I didn't want to document anything during this time, as it has been a living Hell for me and I would rather not remember any gory details about it. But, just as it helped me to discover myself in Black&White Photo, color photo has helped me see things in a much different way-- there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.
I hope that all of you are well-- and if you're going through anything during this, just know you're not alone. I'm always here to talk! We aren't alone, no matter how much this virus makes us feel that way.
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| The Morning of Grandpa's Service - I remember waking up and taking this as I sat up in bed; I just wanted to remember the way the curtains on my window looked so much like a veil I wanted to pass through, but just couldn't. |
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| I know it's a cursed photo if you take a photo of a candle in photography; but this was the candle I got from my Grandpa's service. I wanted to remember it alight, and not all melted away |
It's only a prison if you make it one.
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