part 1: (child) When I was a child, my favorite flowers were tulipa tardas, these tiny pale yellow star-shaped blossoms. In the spring, they are the first to bloom and the first to die,[…]
Author: ZiyanaK
Blood Poppies
Memory is an imperfect thing. But every year, they ask us to Remember something that doesn’t like to be looked at, something we close our eyes and try to see something that we can’t Remember[…]
We, the Empathetic
There is this music that I hear. It’s the kind of music you can’t listen to for long before it starts hurting your head, the kind of music that makes you feel like your blood[…]
Greyscale
What do these texts suggest about the ways in which individuals take responsibility for themselves or others? (Polished Personal) Responding to William Klein’s 1955 photograph with connections based on creating a story for the child[…]
Of Colour and Humanity
Colours. They are everywhere, involved in every aspect of our lives. Colours transform the dull and the depressive into the beautiful and the bright. Colours provide our lives with interest and with meaning. Colours allow us[…]
The Uncertainty of Femininity
Prompt: Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the ways in which individuals struggle to restore honour and certainty to their lives. Honour is more than just a quality[…]
The Art of Obedience
“I shall obey, my lord.” – Ophelia (I.iii.623) Ophelia. The lovely and virtuous maiden, wearing innocence and obedience like flowers in her hair—that’s you, is it not? You, sweet beauty, were named after the flower[…]
Behind My Eyes
I’ve always been scared of eyes. I don’t like things touching my eye talking about eyes, thinking about eyes. Bright lights are fires sticks of eyeliner are sticks of dynamite, eye contact is painful. […]
The Art of Flying
When I was little, I used to dream about flying. These dreams were the same, every single time. I would stand on the roof of my bedroom, hands outstretched and trying to catch the gleaming[…]
The Colour of Corruption
White is a beautiful colour. White is a quiet and peaceful expression of childhood – it is pure, innocent, virtuous. White exists as a perfect combination of every colour in the spectrum – it is[…]