I used to think love arrivedalready named. That someone would hand it to me like a language.One others had learned in childhood while I was absent. I thought love was duty. Not warmth.Not always kindness. Just…remaining. I mistook proximityfor affection. Silencefor safety. Obligationfor care. Then, I thought love was fireworks. It was warm fuzzy and…
Between Visibility And Process There Is Movement.
This year, I’ve been quietly working in the background on the pieces I shot and began developing toward the end of last year. From that body of work, a number of new pieces have emerged across different forms including visual art, immersive work and mixed media. So far this year, I’ve submitted work to two…
Behind DunsPlayFest: More Than A Festival
This year I felt very privileged to be invited behind the scenes with the crew to see the festival from the inside out. What stood out most was the level of teamwork, effort and all the different facets that have to come together in order to bring something of this scale to life. I was…
Life Lessons: Five Years On
Revisiting an old post Life Lessons, reflecting on 5 years of growth and shift whilst exploring the motivation and story behind my new art project
Stacie Amelia Fine Arts & Creative Journaliam 