Kintsugi, Kintsukuroi

When you look back through photographs taken during significantly turbulent periods of your life, times of physical upheaval and particular emotional strain, the oppression and stifling dominance of those feelings- the sweeping fear of never being able to move on from or distance yourself from those life-changing experiences and realisations- rushes back and throws itself onto you with aggressive abandon, and you feel the agitation start to rise up in your chest. When you see a photograph that encompasses that time, but also marks the juncture that you felt a glimmer of belief and hope once again penetrate your being after a brutal hiatus, every part of you remembers and your body clings to that sensation forever. This is it, the moment I felt, after years, the promise of colour softly returning to my life.


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