April has been a month of so much. We've moved to a new home close to the city, in a studio. The studio is inside an old terrace house, once one big home, but now split into studio apartments. Our room is the one with the fireplace. Maybe it was the family room, once upon a time. Can you imagine how many conversations happened around that fire? The walls would have a million stories! Raph works everyday now and I spend the days working on all different things. I finally came to the decision recently that I will leave studies to rest for a while. A lot of things have happened in recent years that haven't been dealt with, so it's time to deal with them and heal to move forward. Art has always been my calling, but I've never been true to myself about it. So now is the time to put my focus into art and healing.
Days have been filled with creating and planning new projects that will be a big focus once I finish this semester of studies. In between job searching, and finishing off the last of assessments, there's been a whole lot of editing images (my favourite!), searching for places to travel and photograph and learning the ropes of this new, but familiar city. I grew up in Sydney, but since I was here until I was only fourteen, I didn't have a chance to explore it. So with older, but new eyes, I can appreciate this city for what it is.
It's funny, since making the giant decision of leaving studies (for now), it's like the world immediately opened its doors. A few days prior to making the decision, I was at a bookstore with Raph. He was further down the store and called out to me to see something. At the same time, I called him over to see something too, but to my defeat, stubbornly (we're both very stubborn) he said "No, you really have to see this." So I walked over and there was a book about photography, with a small piece of cardboard in front of it that said my name, 'Jess'. I thought how weird and cool it was, and then as I slowly reached to pick it up, one of my favourite songs (Teardrop by Massive Attack) started playing. Maybe it was life telling me that I was heading the right way with my decision, until another sign happened. A few days ago, my aunty invited me to see a documentary with herself and my uncle, about the Brazilian photographer Sebastiao Salgado, in Newtown. I was enjoying the documentary so much, but during it I had to very quickly leave for the bathroom. As I was walking, almost running so I didn't miss much, my attention fixed to the song playing aloud in the cinema. It was the song that I used on my very first short film that I made of my first trip overseas, when I first fell in love with filming and putting videos together. The song is not a popular song at all; out of all the songs that exist in this world, this single song had to be played. All at the same time as watching this photographer and learning about how he followed his passion in photography and documented the world, it was another sign, I thought.
A few days ago, I went out photographing and location scouting with Raph's cousin Thom (photographed above) and I was also accepted to be a part of a small stock photography agency based only a few suburbs away from where we live, all in the same day.
The doors of opportunities are opening, and I thank you universe.