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February 16, 2016
Written by Hio Fae

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"KINTSUGI" FINALE #photoseries #seaside #bnw I lost so many things. Memories, ideas, loose change. I lost myself while loving you (I actually did lose my phone but won't let stop my decision. It's time to stop with the excuses)
"KINTSUGI" #photoseries #unedited ๐Ÿ“ธ: jennรญ, owner of the store, and @mariarun95 ๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ‘˜โ›บ: @ilmercantedivenezia.gallery It's in the back, past the purple curtains, black and white stills looking down at you. No darkness. The lights make you want to keep looking at the ceiling, old wooden thing. Dirty thing. You forget you're laying. You ask what's their favorite season. They say: "Summer. Desert. Sea. All together." You say: "Fall. Mountains. Fog. Any variation." But you can't help keep finding darkness, slowly creeping against your light. You want to fight it. But you don't. You don't want it to spread. So you stay silent. And walk away. Watch the sunset. November. Breathing, sighs with ums and oms. Mediating peace. Radiating bitterness. Even the moon goes through phases.
"KINTSUGI" #photoseries #seaside #bnw Lately I have been walking in a trance. The other day I went to see a dance to only be mesmerized and hypnotized in the likeness of dream and reality. I was catatonic, going in and out, different thoughts rushing, my focus length varying adding to the performance. I felt as reality was dreaming. And maybe these occassions inspire us and we call deja vu. A body of movements. A collision of sound. An upkeep of color. Falling down like rain, that enclosed us to an intimate circle of visions.
"KINTSUGI" #photoseries Photos of me by @mariarun95 I fall in love with small gestures. I always wonder what people are like or what they do.Not in the sense of asking then. I like coming up with stories. And at times I would like to share them but at the same time, I like keeping some things to myself. Oversharing is exhausting
"KINTSUGI" #photoseries #unedited ๐Ÿ“ธ by the wonderful @mariarun95 I lower the volume of the song that reminds me about the store in the middle of nowhere where we decided to learn how to make risotto just amongst ourselves. It felt like a secret we were unraveling and putting it in our mouths like kids not telling their moms about they candy they sneaked in before dinner. My mom loves rice. Rice bowls, rice soups, you name it. You told me 'I Love You' over rice. It felt warm and familiar. I saw myself in your smile. But now miles upon miles away, I look in the mirror and feel the same thing. In myself.
Swimming awake. I breathe in part of me. You think I'm an attention-seeker. But I just hate being ignored. #bnwphotography
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