“When I was around fourteen,
I grew a love for punk and alternative music and around this time I also began to love acting and performing…I don’t really know which came first but I do know that both have shaped me into the person that I am today.”
I recently had the pleasure of snapping and chatting with pocket rocket Nikki Brumen about her creative process, gender imbalance and her career as a multi-skilled performer.
Check out the full interview here ~ X
I want you to come over
and I want to lay on your chest
feel the movement of my head, up and down
your rhythmic breath
I want to feel your support and your unwavering love
what a team.
I want to bottle all of your love up and drink it whenever I feel lost and alone
which is always,
But then I want to soak you up quickly
and pour you back in, seal the lid tight
because I don’t want you smothering me
I don’t want you here all the time
just for some of it –
sometimes I don’t like your smell
I’ll never give myself up completely
I love you with all my being
you are what I was silently wishing for
but I still don’t love you enough
a sad mystery
an unfair song
we both know it –
you deserve so much more than this.
Soon, you’ll be gone forever
I’ll wish that you would come over
so that I could collapse on your soft chest
but by then
Why would you?
(I was lucky to keep you this long)
With eyes shut, still I know he is there when he is. Vibrations shutter beneath my bones. We are all wading through the thick and heavy heave, but he is nimble quick and curiously expected; like a sparrow who appears just before tea plates are cleared.
The inevitable outpour is overflowing and I cannot control my breath. My cup is an endless ocean and I am struggling to catch any air as the swell continues to spill. He is so close. My eyes remain shut.
‘Is this okay?’
Perhaps he didn’t say anything at all, but I find myself nodding, desperately yielding, because more than okay his touch is what I need to breathe. I have come here and willingly unstitched my skin, my vessel torn open. I have completely come undone.
What am I to do with all this?
Still I spill. With gentle ease, his hand now planted delicately on my heaving chest, he fills me back up.
The weighted invisible cloak is slowly lifted from my aching, tiny frame. Cool oxygen fills my lungs. My dampened face rises toward the ceiling, guided by hands that can’t be seen. Lighter, I exhale. Relief and deep gratitude swirls and circulates deep within my core. I feel the warm light from his touch sink deeply through my bones and then flood inside my chest like rapid velocious lava. It is euphoric. His tender softness is one unfathomable. A transfusion of light.
A grin is growing; it’s force is so strong I couldn’t conceal it even if I wanted. When it is grown in full it remains, sharp and crescent, toothy and wide. I open my eyes to search for his own. I meet them immediately; a soft and patient stare meets my gaze through the flickered dark.
His voice is clear but I didn’t catch his mouth in motion. His shape isn’t wholly tangible in the light, but the force of his being overwhelming. Faintly I can make out the shape of his imperfect face. I nod, my smile wider still.
He playfully messes my hair like a father would a small child and then he is gone. Swallowed by the darkness. I imagine him scampering away, hyperbolic and almost comical. Or did I see that through the haze?
I continue to drift upward. Overwhelming elation. Almost like a second birth, untainted, I am imperfect fragility, pure. Reborn. I think of what I have in this moment, simplistic and strong. Temporarily filled but knowing completely.
The answer is always love.
These original hand painted photographs on thick pulp recycled paper are for SALE.
There is slight damage in some corners as they have been exhibited and handled for my show ‘Yūgen’ late last year.
The works are approx. 200cm x 80cm and others sold like them look pretty snazzy framed as a bold centre piece.
‘Pride, Fear & Euphoria’ 2015
‘Portals & Insight’ 2015
Please contact me at : email@example.com if you are at all interested, or would like to arrange a viewing at my studio.
Yūgen is a Japanese word pertaining to a profound awareness of the universe which evokes feelings that are inexplicably deep and too mysterious to articulate simply.
I am a sensitive creature; constantly musing, grappling and pondering in an attempt to understand the vastness of the universe and all it beholds. There is acceptance as well sadness in knowing this about myself. These selected works are explorative in that they are an extension of my internal journey and quest to find out more.
View them not as polished works, but as torn pages from a scrapbook of my mind. An inconceivable realm has been at an arms length since childhood; I feel I know too much and nothing all at once.
Do not hide from the chaos within; feed it’s maddening whirl with scattered ideas and last nights nightmare.
Allow yourself to be pulled by nonsensical desires and the magic of musings. Follow the handprints you left as a child and don’t let your heart be bruised by those who simply don’t understand this all great, consuming mind mess.