Boyhood

Boyhood

Transition, discovery and self-acceptance. Boyhood came from humble beginnings – A desire to explore the essence of growing up as a male, led to twelve unique interviews. These interactions sparked a conversation about family, sexuality, relationships and the journey of self-discovery. Each person reflected on the past, the present and the future. But more so,

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Finishing University

Finishing University

It’s the aftermath no one tells you about –The silence that follows right after submitting your last assignment and a moment to finally pause, take a deep breath and realise it has all come to an end. You exhale and alleviate years of tension, closing the laptop and moving onto the bed, allowing your head

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Travel

Travel

TRAVEL: FOOD FOR THE SOUL When you graduate high school, between all the congratulatory smiles and pats on the back, you’re generally asked of your plans for the following year. And if your answer doesn’t reference “work, study or travel”; then you’re doing something wrong. Even if you matriculate to uni, or commence a full-time

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The Self

The Self

‘The self’ is evolving, and for the most part, the self sometimes questions itself. Without each discrete component of the past, we wouldn’t be who we are today. More than ever, I look back on my former years – where I was born, the environment in which I was raised, the sacrifices my family made

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The Mind is Not Well...

The Mind is Not Well…

The stats simplify the reality of this context in which we are living. The mind is not doing well. The mind is not doing well, at all. The heart is unsure how to help the mind cope with the world in which we are living. Even without seeing the stats, or doing any kind of

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Daddy Issues

Daddy Issues

Thanks to you I’ll never fully trust anyone Thanks to you I have a lot of bad days Thanks to you I learnt what real strength is Thanks to you I got to see how courageous my mum is Thanks to you I grew up surrounded by empowered independent women Thanks to you I formed

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Colourless

Colourless

There is paint on my body.And on yours.And His.And Hers.And Theirs.There is paint on all of us.There is paint trickling from our palms, splashed on our inner thighs, travelling down our legs; covering every inch of our bodies.Different coloured paint, dripping in different ways.Although we are all coloured uniquely, we sometimes wish to be judged

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