I think that human beings are amazing. Love is an honour, an opportunity, and a fragile process in which there is no room for shame or hatred, or for someone else doubting the validity of your personal experience based on a title.

Ezra Miller

And I don’t want the world to see me ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand. 

When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

-Goo Goo Dolls: Iris

*sigh* I feel as though no one in this big, beautiful and amazing world understands me. And so I can never just say what I really want to and need to say. I just have to keep it all in until somebody who can understand me the way I need, happens to come along.  


Photo Friday with Namsa Leuba’s Ya Kala Ben (Crossed Look)

Namsa Leuba is a young Swiss-Guinean photographer based in New York. Shortly before relocating to New York to enroll at The School of Visual Arts, where she received a one year scholarship, she received a BA in Photography in Lausanne.

Through Leuba’s work we can watch her explore her unique heritage, and witness the way it influences and inspires her art. This is most apparent in a series titled, Ya Kala Ben (The Crossed Look). In her biography she writes, “For two years her research focused on African identity through Western eyes.”

With her knowledge of Guinean cosmology and rituals,Leuba tries to combine elements of Guinean spirituality with her own aesthetic perspective.In Ya Kala Ben, the artist alters the meaning of sacred Guinean statuettes to consider construction and deconstruction of the body, as well as religious symbols. In her artistic statement on the series, Leuba explains how she problematizes the meaning of these statuettes through her representations:

“These objects are part of a collective that they must not be separated from, or risk losing their value. They are not the gods of this community but their prayers. They are integrated in a rigorous symbolic order, where every component has its place. They are ritual tools that I have animated by staging live models and in a way to desecrate them by giving them another meaning; an unfamiliar meaning in the Guinean context.

In recontextualizing these sacred objects through the lens, I brought them in a framework meant for Western aesthetic choices and taste.

This photographic eye would make them speak differently. Throughout my fieldwork, I had to deal with sometimes violent reactions from Guineans who viewed my procedures/practices as a form of sacrilege. Some were afraid and were struck with astonishment.”

Learn more about Namsa Leuba through her website or blog.

-Rudayna Bahubeshi

How small we are in comparison to the universe… And it’s ours to discover and explore.. 

How small we are in comparison to the universe… And it’s ours to discover and explore.. 

Serenity :)

Serenity :)

The Truth

I’ve been able to delude myself into thinking that my indecisiveness is just a part of my character; a part of my personality. But I know deep down that it’s really just a way of avoiding the time when I will have to make a decision- a time where there will only be certainty, there will only be truth and clarity, when I won’t be able to hide behind anything any longer. It is these times of naked truth and clarity I try to avoid. As, without the façade of uncertainty I am just laid bare to the world and the world will either have to accept  me or reject me as I truly am. I don’t know who I am myself. Being laid bare in all honesty and truth to another human being let alone the rest of the world… Frankly, scares the shit out of me. 

“What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity? I suddenly realize why people believe in déjà vu, why people believe they’ve lived past lives, because there is no way the years I’ve spent on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I’m feeling. The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.”

— David Levithan, Everyday

And he stood there, contemplating how it was that he could feel so happy, yet so sad to be alive. He drew his palm up and placed it over his heart, and with his eyes closed, he wondered with awe how it could be that as powerful an organ as this; the organ that provides life, could be outwitted by life- something that is only in existence due to the existence of the heart. How could it possibly be?

Fran wondered about how it was that the birds knew when to sing- how was it they knew that there was a lonely person somewhere, needing to be reminded about the beauty of life. How was it possible?

How was it possible to feel love as strongly as one does when they find the person whose mere existence is enough for them? How is it that humans… mankind… can feel love; is it not an emotion? Is it not just physical entities to which we ascribe the senses to? Or is it just that love has the power to go beyond the meta-physical? Said the poet. Said the scientist. Said the astronaut.

Too many thoughts and no sense of release.

- wallflower

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

—Sylvia Plath