A first

Last night I had my first exhibition. It was a modest exhibition, but an important one. Every time I try, I end up learning a little. This was my first attempt and I hope for many more.

The exhibition had a “Fetish and feathers” theme, including a stunning performance by one of the burlesque dancers. Over the years I have taken a few photographs of some burlesque routines and this was the selection I chose for the exhibition. If anyone is interested in purchasing a print (or a high res image file) and supporting my work, please email me: thellamastar@gmail.com

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[The [un] [product] [ive] life]

There is an art to everything,
and everything can sell.
What was once an art, is now a science
and very little is left sacred.
Fear of the unknown is cause for defence;
this defence is a boundary.
We label the spaces between the boundaries,
neatly boxed up.
We crave a sense of value;
why,
I am not sure.
We put value in the spaces;
then value the label.
What is it we are left with?
A neatly packaged product, named
to keep the fear at bay.
What we cannot see is unknown
and what is unknown still exists, whether or not we fear it.
There is a pill to suppress the fear;
money, the placebo.
And in return;
a neatly packaged product for you to entertain.
 
I’m tired of the boxes, for there are too many.
They clutter my life space leaving no room to breath
and even less space for growth.
My expression cannot live.
Once it has birthed it is immediately packaged up
in a box,
in a space
between boundaries,
with a label,
where I put my value,
but the label is valued more.
 
Very little is sacred;
left to be.
Why can’t it wander for what it is?
My expression is meant for living,
and I want it a life.
Free to wander and be
not enclosed in a box;
in a space between boundaries,
with a label.
What kind of life is that?
I rather have my expression nameless and free
than sitting in a box,
in a space between boundaries.
I am becoming unproductive.
 
 
© Observing Vessel

Exception to the rule

Exception to the rule…

I have before seen an Exception to the rule.

A breath of fresh air.

It dances with confidence;

nothing less than exceptional,

nothing more than itself.

It’s very existence is possibility,

the very thought challenges the imagination

inspiring others to rise out of the bedlam;

common,

mundane.

Branded impossible, a coincidence.

It makes the life of an Exception that much harder.

Such passing thoughts give power to the rule,

none to the Exception.

Often it is the Exception that radiates inspiration;

an inspiration to aspire to become more than just common.

An aspiration to become an exception, not a rule.

 

© Observing Vessel

The lowly apple core

“The lowly apple core”

The lowly apple core sits discarded.

It was once full-bodied and ripe;

many an eye found wanting its offerings.

A natural perfection, moist with life waiting to be eaten;

A purpose so logical, we don’t think twice.

But now the core lay bare,

its essence subtracted;

leaving seeds to be reborn.

Eventually new life emerges.

A cycle begins, continues and ends;

waiting to be eaten,

waiting to be reborn.

The story of every lowly apple core.

 

© Observing Vessel