not now bro i’m accepting things i cannot change

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not now bro i’m accepting things i cannot change
Jean Paul Gaultier (2009)
The difficulties are many, the weight is heavy, everything feels scattered and I'm trying, I'm trying to figure out how to make it beautiful, I get so tired but I can only hope things will work out.
Studio Run's at Transwerke
Brand : Tribalmonkey
My sister played dress up, the vibrations were raised.
Home was insanely different and change is never an easy thing to navigate. I am understanding the importance of reguating my nervous system. I learnt how to drive which was the most special part of the trip. Ngifisa ukuba grand kuze sonke sibe grand.
April
2026.
Choosing myself > being chosen
Living Through the Lens: Ryerson Student Captures the Lives of South African Lesbians in Her Work , 2008
kunzima, kubuhlungu
As I was testing the agfa 200 I thought I'd somewhat attempt to document thrifting in Cape Town.
A different character has developed for sho.
My last roll of film for the year. I am actually inlove with agfa 200. There's just something about it, delicious. I want more. Llandudno beach was a treat too.
It's the weirdest new years eve, I enjoy my solitude but this month just felt more like loneliness. I just know my dream vacation wants me as much as I deserve it.
December 2025.
I was on the bus to work and I sat next to this elderly woman, I loved how her hands were poetically just there with the flowers in front of her, I absolutely love my ability notice. I was terrified to ask but I did and then she told me they were from her garden.
This heartbreak not only has me remembering old songs that fit but prior to this moment I thought to myself, I'd like to gift myself flowers, I deserve it. I never cared for flowers like that and suddenly it makes sense.
I shot this on a film camera that was gifted to me, with film that was gifted to me. How blessed I am to be able to start over as many times as possible.
Agfa 200. Olympus om10.
27.
Filled with gratitude.
If anything, I need to commit to a revolution with myself. It's SO beautiful and scary to understand how trusted I am to do so, through the eyes of others. The internal process matters most and first. I hope it does occur - this big break, realistically, with love of self, ease, forgiveness and acceptance.
My friends and cousins have kept me going. There IS love in the complexities of my home, for a moment when I silence the screams and wounds. We're deserving of a victory beyond instant gratification and quick fixes which barely even repaired much.
May I continue to be guided onto a path where light, solutions, abundance, healing, love, wisdom and wealth exist.
Less expectations, instead more intention, smart work, balance with the hard because rest proves evident. Health IS wealth.
Create and stay curious.
A somewhat poetic attempt to say we're hoping it gets better because we're worthy and proud that cycles were broken and the weight is less heavier and instead of walking on eggshells we're at the likeness of sitting in happiness on the shore.
This week I collected my artwork from this exhibition.
This was so important to me.
I'm filled with gratitude for this opportunity.
It's been a while, so I'll use these photos from the time I made steamed bread, successfully so, to vent about how so much has happened and changed the way I feel about alot, other things just continue. I miss living alone, my own space, I miss my friends and meeting people. I miss my family and worry about my mother. I'm grateful for the work whilst I'm exhausted and craving moments in bodies of water, sitting on the mountains in awe, presently enjoying sunsets and sunrise, watching a sky full of stars and so much stillness. I actually want to cry about it all, end things, begin new things that will make it all worth it. I want to laugh until it hurts. I should probably "garden" and see where these feelings go.
Earlier today, one of the new students sounded so thrilled to share with me that one of the lecturers showed them my images and said my art was a favourite of his...
Oh man, It was beautiful to hear that. I am reminded of the reasons, the things, the details and all of it. All of it.