The thriving, burning passion to leave my footprints in as much of this earth as possible, has never left my side. The beauty of changes in nature astonishes me; the cycle of life and death has the potential to teach our world how to live. Not exist. Live. I sat in the woods, in the midst of twigs, mud, insects, and brisk wind, feeling like a bird in a nest, unusually snug and at peace. I felt the sharp twigs tear their way into my skin. The feeling was equivalent to that of heart break, but physical. I placed a leaf in my palm and enclosed it with my fingers, one by one. Winter killed the leaves; the crunching under my fingers echoed in the silence of the woods. The web of branches surrounding me mimicked the dying rage and pain I felt. I stared out into the depths of these branches from my spot in the mesh of dirt and leaves, and wondered if I'd ever find my way out. The branches seemed to grow thicker as if asking me to stay for a little longer. My toes were already buried deep in the soil. The cold and dampness no longer bothered me. Life brewed in such a seemingly barren place, and I wondered why. Maybe what kept my home alive, in the depths of bitterness, is the knowledge that it was preparing for life. My eyes began to water then sting, and my vision became blurred. I slid my eyes up and down, left and right, and realised that this cloud of fury, hope, love, life, has escaped my lips. My lips.

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working on book covers ☆

Rustling leaves and sand paper ~

Life is about friction. The friction of impact between yourself and an obstacle; overcome the obstacle. The friction of two passionate people intertwining. The friction of touch down after experiencing the delight and wonder of dreams. Slow down and feel the friction.

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~ thoughts ~

Here I am trying to paste together my life. Pieces seem to have evaporated into thin air and now I'm left to build new ones. Pieces that never before existed. Pieces that will allow me to rediscover who I am and give me the courage to face my fears. It's hard when you want to be perfect. When you're not perfect at the thing you love most. When you want to tie in with prestige yet deep inside you know there is prestige in you. When you forget about all you have to offer just because people seem to be getting the fast track in life.

I've found a new piece of me. It's telling me that other people getting the fast track in life does not mean I am going at a slow pace. What people do does not determine what I do or who I am. I am my own person and although I'm on a rocky road whilst others are cruising the highway, I have just as much of a chance to make my dreams reality.

I love being behind the camera sometimes; guiding people only with letting them know that I trust them, and to just show me who they are.

model: Aleksandra Knapik

Some of my photos for DAMN! clothing

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I get asked why I take self portraits. Photography teaches me about myself. It teaches me to look at myself from a different perspective. To look at life from a different perspective. It lets me be whoever I want to be for a split moment- that moment then captured for a lifetime. Self portraiture is not narcissism. It's wanting to discover yourself in a different light. In honour of embracing yourself and what you love doing, here's a simple self portrait.

I'm starting a new project based on people. Everyone has their own story, and I want to photograph people sharing those stories through their eyes, their facial expression, posture, gesture. I'm going to photograph strangers, friends, and anyone I may come across that allures me with their story. I started with myself. I hope you feel my story.

Caroline x

Before& After of one of my favourite pieces :)

part I to "Asylum"

safe in herself

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If you never leave home, never let go
 You'll never make it to the great unknown
Keep your eyes open

"The only breathing whole"

This depicts how I'm feeling lately about art. I know I won't ever be able to soar without art and I'm worried my self-doubt will get in the way of things. One day my break will come, and I hope I can accept it and never let it go, but I don't trust myself. I'm still stuck in the storm but my love for creating is pulling me through.
I'm proud of myself though. I don't know how on earth I got to where I am today. I was always the one hating art. I didn't see how art could be used to transform lives and spark joy, passion, energy. Now I have people buying my prints, commissioning me, 20,000 views on flickr, and most people know me as the girl with the camera and photoshop wand. Wow.

"Immerse yourself"

Breathe in, breathe out.

a beautiful fracture

the cracks in this body mean the birth of a free soul

I can't seem to snap out of my "four elements" series mode. All I can think about is how nature transforms us...what in beautiful mother nature can be used to portray a human's feelings. This body is cracking, but the twigs have infected with passion, desire, drive, and emotion. 

Here's a close up of the "cracking" with mother nature I was trying to convey!