Helena Napal is an emerging artist currently exploring painting and sculpture. Through her work Helena seeks to better understand sexuality and identity as well as to respond to mental health struggles. Her experiences of reproductive health issues and trauma fuel her passion to reclaim her power and autonomy by embracing adversity and creating in the … Continue reading Helena Nepal
Note To Self…
I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
Saw The Sails Come Down
I wrote and recorded Saw The Sails Come Down over the last 2 weeks at my home in Melbourne after all our Australian and European touring plans were cancelled with the band due to the current global pandemic. I wanted to do something positive, to keep moving so to speak, while being stuck in Australia. … Continue reading Saw The Sails Come Down
2025 The Rise of The Monster Plants The Skyways of Moonee Ponds - Rosa Mercedes
The Berlin Compost – Nature Dose
Since the lock-downs began, The Berlin Compost, who's tagline is 'we often forget we are nature', has been sharing something nature related each and every day to help inspire and keep many readers sane whilst they stay isolated. The creator, Laura Karimloo is forever researching and exploring in nature, knowing first hand just how powerful … Continue reading The Berlin Compost – Nature Dose
Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
Can’t sit Mind walks. Can’t walk Mind flies. Can’t fly Mind sits, Sinks and cries. - H. O'Neill - Jack Hare (photograph)
I Am Enough.
Some days the pink hue of my cheeks makes me want to tear my skin from my face, screaming. . Others, it’s a glowing reminder that I am alive. . Some days the wild wave of my hair makes me wish I could be anybody, anybody else. . Others, I shake it free and let … Continue reading I Am Enough.
The same beautiful patterns The same mesmerising bullshit. . The same honest words The same cruel tongue. The same caring nature The same judgmental punishment. . The same happy vibes The same moody exterior. . The same passionate touch The same selfish needs. . A window once closed has now sprung open My heart still … Continue reading Dried Up