Are we not strange?

A poetic telling-of-story, explored with film and language.

Are we not strange, curly, spectacular things? A poetic journey co-created with True Artist and my daughters, where we delve into the Art of childhood wonder, explored using film and sound.

Imagine a world…

where a lace tablecloth could become a walkaway into believed possibilities,

the sun has yellow and open hands,

and the meaning of life is a long lunch—a picnic to be shared.

This poetic narrative through film and language inspires us to capture the uniqueness of our spectacular personhood and the vast potential of artistic expression, encouraging us to see the world, with awe and childlikeness—a canvas full of colour and possibility.

Have you sat with your beautiful mind of late?

As a strange, curly, and spectacular being, what non-negotiables shape your journey towards living fully?

How do you add ‘contour and light’ to your everyday life?

What softness and wonder do you invite into your day when the first light chooses you?

May these prompts gently nudge you to reflect – as an invitation to explore the themes of wonder, imagination and personal growth woven through the curly poetics of this short film.

Peruse the stills and poetry below and be sure to click the link soon after it to view the short film (90 seconds) in its entirety.

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Are we not strange,

curly, spectacular things?—

Longing only to be known,

to have our heart sung back to us,

when we might forget.

We've been talking a lot lately,

talking about having ourselves some non-negotiables

and whilst beholding them

adding some contour and light,

water and salt 

and living as best as we can—

in the flowers.

The other day we played for hours with an old lace tablecloth,

it became many things—

A picnic,

a dress,

a magic walkway into our own believed possibilities...

... I could have easily poured this moment into a bottle 

and called it the meaning of life...

And so when the first light chooses me,

I rise gently and with the sun and her yellow hands

and receive my invitation to another day.

And so I have to wonder?

If I no longer feel soft about things,

where am I?

And where did I go?

Please sing what's forgotten back to me,

if this ever becomes so.

Are we not strange, curly, spectacular things—

Longing only to be known,

to have our heart sung back to us,

when we might forget.

Explore the True Artist pieces that brought this poetic vision to life.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about beauty and why I continue to choose it. I’ve been thinking about the misconceptions that adjoin my decision to “see the beauty” and the kryptonite that those very misconceptions are to my sensitivity. I’ve been thinking about the chips on my shoulder that I annoyingly continue to carry around. I've been thinking about the things that make me up, the things that break my heart, the things that bring me into deep frustration and personal areas of necessary growth…

I’ve been thinking about human things,

soft things

and harder things too.

I’ve been thinking, a lot.

Join me on my most recent inquiry… two pieces for you to catch up on to meet us at the present…

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Love Tess

xo