Palawan sunrise palettes
I am walking.
Sweat running down my back, I lean slightly forward, my legs aching more and more as I move forward, trying not to stumble. Rubber slippers wouldn’t have been my preferred footwear for a hike but walk on I must.
I was well aware that we were going for a hike in the early hours before dawn, I presumed that it wasn’t going to be one of those hikes that you needed to prepare for, with bottles of water and clothes that won’t stick--so here I find myself walking--feet trying to grasp onto slippery leaves and loose rocks, with nothing but rubber slippers on my feet and a borrowed flashlight on my hand, walking up a steep incline, with darkness blanketing us all around.
It was a slow crawl.
I wanted to take in as much detail as I could, so that when I would try to portray the moment from my memories I would have enough colors on my palette to paint an accurate picture.
All dark and colorful, with the deepest shade of blue spread out above us, the dark silhouette of the trees framing the corners of our path. All wide and narrow, the path barely wide enough to fit one hiker at a time; with the vast expanse of the forest embracing you, a canopy of trees above you. All quiet and noisy, the still silence of the air caught in that moment where everyone has yet to awake, broken by the constant crack and crunch of the leaves pressing down into the earth beneath your feet.
We get to the peak with enough time to spare. We watched as the sun rose over the shoreline, all blue and purple and pink and orange and yellow. We watched as the birds took to the sky, as the evening haze drew back its blanket to show the layers of islands before us.
As we watch this slow transformation I am reminded--this orchestra has been performing this ballad every day before I even came to be, and it will go on long after I’m gone.
A comforting conclusion just before breakfast.
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На Лене - моносережка и браслетик с семечками асаи молочного цвета.
К её естественной красоте и нежному образу они так подходят!
I’ve been fascinated by tendons since I was a child. That physical display of tension which can neither be concealed nor explained away by pleasantries.
When words aren’t enough, I let this body speak for me. I can have an entire conversation without uttering so much as a single syllable. Can you?
As I finish up the final touches on my website (expect a launch and some other exciting stuff real soon!) I have also be dabbling with the idea of selling PRINTS of my work ✨
Let me know below if this is something that you would be interested in! ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Also, I am an open book as far as my creative process goes, so always feel free to ask me any other questions you have! 〰️
Whenever things get tough and life feels harsh, I go back to my alternate universe, it’s a place where I don’t feel any kind of emotion, I’m just numb to the world. Before I get there I connect with the Holy Spirit and we have conversations. It’s usually a beautiful experience. How do you get through tough times? #girlgazeproject#girlgaze#portrait#butterflies