इंस्टाग्राम स्टोरी व्यूअर

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August smells good.

August smells good.

August smells good.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

Photo walk 01
Composition is hard when things happen within a split second, still need more trainings for that 🐤 it’s fun though.

"Belonging" has always been a puzzling word for me, becoming even more foreign as I get older. Having spent an equal amount of time in two contrasting cultures and now settling in another one has left me feeling fragmented, unable to fully assimilate into any single environment.
My recent trips back to Portugal and China were interesting. For the first time, I felt as though I were observing things through a third-person perspective, rather than from the viewpoint of someone who had spent their entire childhood and teenage years there. Perhaps it's a good thing that I don't "belong" anywhere because I can now "see" things more clearly. My fragments may eventually come together and form a new perspective, maybe that will be my true sense of belonging.

"Belonging" has always been a puzzling word for me, becoming even more foreign as I get older. Having spent an equal amount of time in two contrasting cultures and now settling in another one has left me feeling fragmented, unable to fully assimilate into any single environment.
My recent trips back to Portugal and China were interesting. For the first time, I felt as though I were observing things through a third-person perspective, rather than from the viewpoint of someone who had spent their entire childhood and teenage years there. Perhaps it's a good thing that I don't "belong" anywhere because I can now "see" things more clearly. My fragments may eventually come together and form a new perspective, maybe that will be my true sense of belonging.

"Belonging" has always been a puzzling word for me, becoming even more foreign as I get older. Having spent an equal amount of time in two contrasting cultures and now settling in another one has left me feeling fragmented, unable to fully assimilate into any single environment.
My recent trips back to Portugal and China were interesting. For the first time, I felt as though I were observing things through a third-person perspective, rather than from the viewpoint of someone who had spent their entire childhood and teenage years there. Perhaps it's a good thing that I don't "belong" anywhere because I can now "see" things more clearly. My fragments may eventually come together and form a new perspective, maybe that will be my true sense of belonging.

"Belonging" has always been a puzzling word for me, becoming even more foreign as I get older. Having spent an equal amount of time in two contrasting cultures and now settling in another one has left me feeling fragmented, unable to fully assimilate into any single environment.
My recent trips back to Portugal and China were interesting. For the first time, I felt as though I were observing things through a third-person perspective, rather than from the viewpoint of someone who had spent their entire childhood and teenage years there. Perhaps it's a good thing that I don't "belong" anywhere because I can now "see" things more clearly. My fragments may eventually come together and form a new perspective, maybe that will be my true sense of belonging.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Can’t take them home.

Can’t take them home.

Can’t take them home.

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you come again. 🙇🏻‍♀️

“Trapped” (Trailer) 2023

In an extreme surveillance capitalist society, would you be making decisions based on free will or is everything predicted and manipulated by the capitalists?

Experience this interactive piece at Royal College of Art, 30th June to 3rd July (12:00-18:00).

@rcaied

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
- Albert Camus

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
- Albert Camus

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
- Albert Camus

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
- Albert Camus

Valentines tanghulu. 🍡
Jks I just got bored, material & render testing.

Very chaotic masculine vibes.

Very chaotic masculine vibes.

Very chaotic masculine vibes.