hold
Submissions for July 2025.
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what this place holds
landscapes and the memories that give them life. Moments that will never happen again, but will always be held.
HOLD THAT THOUGHT? POSE? WHAT SHOULD I TITLE IT
Just a fun technique I thought of trying when i visited the V&A Storehouse with my colleagues. Its choppy and not clean but hey neither is
Cannot hold still
Testing out an old camera I may borrow as mine are broken whilst experimenting/figuring out Japanese photographer Yoshinori Mizutani’s techniques.
about a lobster
this is part of a set of sea life inspired embroidered napkins I have been very slowly working on and aren't quite finished yet (i am going to gift them, but that's a secret- can you hold onto that secret for me?)
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A month of holding
A visual diary of holding moments throughout the month of July. 01 The feet of my squishy nephew on my lap, in the shaded garden, whilst his parents weed & prune. His little bum is resting against my belly, his little chubby toes against my open hand. 02 The same squishy baby being held by my mother on her 66th birthday. The contrast between her ageing skin and his active, explorative curiosity. 03 A couple who have been in love for 14 years, holding each other whilst formalising the union in the presence of their close family. 04 A new couple waking up to each other and discovering their new touch.
Beck & Coach Rehearsal - A Hair's Breadth
A BTS still from the shoot of my new short film, A Hair's Breadth. This was taken while rehearsing a scene in which COACH hoists BECK out of the water and holds him aloft. We shot over 3 days at the beginning of July after two and a half years of development and the most intense month of prepping. Getting this short off the ground has by far been the hardest thing I've done in my life and I can't wait to have a completed film to share!
HOLD
I took my field mic and moved it around in my hands, recording those interactions. I then added some synth lines, both holding the same notes throughout. The synth lines are sidechained the mic feed so they duck out during microphone transients, hopefully reminiscent to old gramophones, and the feeling of holding on to the past.
Nervous Driver Honking in Traffic
It's pretty funny to go through old footage and realise how many things have changed or remained the same within a few years.
Holding onto artefacts
Collecting bits here and there for the next scrapbook
Work in Progress
This piece is about connecting through difference. Recognising our different natures in relationships can be very helpful and challenging in equal parts. Sometimes we don't have the words or don't understand one another, but still we try, and still we care and love and connect.
I hold you, I am with you.
Holding someone's hand is a gesture of comfort and support when you are sad. It is a way to feel connected to someone and to receive or offer emotional support.
Yarn
An ongoing line of ideas which becomes an object. Building on itself to create a beautiful organic form.
Sands Fall
A song I wrote this month-- It was originally prompted by someone telling me about a character they wrote who had control over time, and I couldn't get the image out of my head of sands blanketing a small town inside of an hourglass, like how the remains of multiple cities are sometimes found atop each other beneath layers of rock and dust and dirt. Extra vocals courtesy of my flatmate Meg! The mix isn't final, but we're getting there.
Sands Fall
A visual for the song I wrote, produced in Blender 4.3. I'd quite like to make a music video from the concept in future, but this month has been really busy with touring.
Sycamore Keys
I'm holding tweezers to delicately pick-up sycamore keys. This method avoids me anything the wet printing ink and leaves me with crisp impressions of the natural objects.
Hold tight
Hold on tight But not in a panic kind of way Hold on tight to all the parts that have ever been yours Do not forget the child you've been Do not forget that everybody has been one Even if it has been a long time ago Recently I have been thinking a lot about my grandma She has been a child Once, she has even been the tiniest newborn But nobody around her has ever known her in that way To the people around her now she has only been a friend, a colleague, a neighbour, a wife, a mother, a grandmother and even a great-grandmother. To nobody around her has she been a baby. So just hold on tight for every single moment. Do not forget. A self-portrait and a cup that was inspired by these thoughts that have been following me like a shadow on a long summer day recently.
twenty
So this is the first time I ever attempted composing any music. I was inspired by this song "You matter to me" from the musical, Waitress. There's a spoken part in the middle of the song that goes "I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight. They don't pull away, they don't look at your face, and they don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without any ounce of selfishness in it" I wanted to capture that feeling, started out with this warm feeling of being suddenly engulfed in this softness and then you get this brief moment of kinda weird doubt and uneasy, that you don't know this is real. And them choosing to stay in this with you reassures that same wamrth you felt in the first place. I don't actually know what that feels like, but I'd like to imagine this is what it would feel like. I wrote to the two instruments I know how to play, viola and guitar.
A Villa in the Jungle
While attending the artist Gil Mualem-Doron’s exhibit 'A Villa in the Jungle: Real A-State Agent,' I was struck by one particular photograph. The exhibit's focus was on the Israeli settler movement and the erasure of Palestinian people as they attempt to hold on to their lives, their homes, and their loved ones. This particular photo was a high-contrast, sepia-filtered shot of the artist's friend visiting the now-destroyed home of his grandfather. I was so struck by the beauty of the photograph that I just had to have a go at painting it, especially as it was so far out of my comfort zone. P.S. Before anyone says I am stretching the prompt word, the artist genuinely said the word 'Hold' quite often when giving a speech.
"Enjoy that while you can."
A poem inspired by holding onto the moments in life we forget about. Holding onto the present and holding onto who we are through all of it until we pass it onto our next generation.
Your loss, babe.
My parents have been separated for years. But here’s my mom with my dad’s mom. No bitterness. No broken bridges. Some bonds that you hold respectfully.
Last light at Westacott
The light in the doorway of my granny’s home, drawn from a photo taken on the last day I ever stood there. Holding onto a place, a memory, and the quiet things we leave behind.
Hold
When I looked around at all my work I found almost everything fit the prompt of hold. It was strange cause I would have never have thought of that on my own. I think maybe (for me anyways) art is about holding- trying to hold onto some quality of life that is just the living of it, rather than the leftovers. The stuff we're given to describe a life with tends to be objects, so art is made trying to turn the living into an object too. So in the end I couldn’t pick from anything I was already doing. So in the end I just opened my laptop and wrote things. enjoy <3
Skin is golden
an old poem about admiration, strength and resilience but with a lil fun twist of wordplay. I wanted to play with a mirror effect, where the poem ends how it started, like you're going up and down the stairs.