Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Artist Talk - Revelations

After coming back from mid semester break (August 2017), I was pleasantly surprised to see that some of my work, had been selected to grace the walls at my university for their Mid Year Exhibition.


The images come from a body of work titled, Revelations, which explores the quote "Hear the dance, see the music".

“Hear the dance, see the music” is a quote spoken by the legendary choreographer George Balanchine, to describe the relationship between dance and music. In six words, he has articulated how dance visually expresses music, and what dancers should bear in mind when they perform. For many, dance is music made visible.

Though, some describe themselves as having two left feet, dancing is actually a natural ability with babies beginning to bop to music as young as 5 months. Today dancing has transformed into an art, and a means of expression. Particularly for ballet, which began during the renaissance in the year 1500 in Italy. When Catherine de Medici an Italian noblewoman married French King Henry II, the art of ballet progressed rapidly in France where the terminology and the vocabulary of ballet was codified. Especially for the port de bras – meaning carriage of the arms.

A dancer’s arms appear to be poetic shapes of exquisite beauty, the result of hours spent in front of a mirror. Just as hands are used to punctuate everyday conversations, in classical ballet, they are also vital in conveying expression and meaning. A dancer spends their life time working on the shapes of their arms through to their fingers, however the arms are not limited to mere embellishments. Each movement has been carefully studied to be functional as well, supporting the coordination of a dancer, thus allowing them to jump higher, balance for longer and turn faster etc.

Interestingly, the beauty and sensitivity in a dancer’s hands reflect the technical skill of a dancer. As the arms are used to aid the coordination of steps, if there are any underlying weaknesses in another part of a dancer’s body, it becomes obvious in the delicacy of the port de bras which may become rigid and stiff.

Although to many, the footwork of a dancer is intriguing, the art and expression lies within the arms and face of dancer.




To check out the full series, click here! Otherwise, I hope you're all doing well and enjoy these sort of artist talks. I'm thinking of making it into a series which I hope you'll enjoy! Let me know who some of your favourite artist and photographers are, or if you'd be interested in more of these type of blog posts. 

S x

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Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Where do I begin?


Well hello...

I haven't posted anything in nine months, which has felt like an extremely long time. There were moments where I considered writing up something - but nothing felt interesting enough. Also I had some family matters that I had to deal with, as well as second year of university which kept me extremely busy! From what I've heard, third year isn't as tough which is a huge sigh of relief. As of Saturday the 18th November, I am finally on summer holidays.

This is always and extremely exiting part of the year for, dare I say almost everyone with Christmas and New Year around the corner. I thought it would be the perfect time to catch up with you all. Throughout the next few weeks, I'll be posting what I've been doing the last few months before launching into Christmas and New Years themed post.

I've also decided to make a few changes for my blog. My blog is going to be predominately lifestyle and photography with touches of beauty. The thing is, I've not really been interested in the newest makeup trends and I have a lot of lipsticks in almost the same shade that I need to use up first before adding to my collection!

Anyway, I hope you looks forward to the dusting and polishing of SALKA. Please leave a comment so I can check out your blogs and find some new ones since I'm a little out of touch which is very upsetting.

The images were taken at Cape Schanck, Victoria, Australia.









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Thursday, 9 February 2017

Twenty-Two


Woooooo - I'm twenty-two!

A couple of days ago, I celebrated my birthday! Actually, on my actually birthday I had to work all day and just had a nice dinner with my Mum. My manager did buy me some cute little cupcakes pictured above. We ended up sharing them and I had the salted caramel one.

The next day however, some of my work colleagues and good friends from school met up for dinner at Vapiano's. I actually had no idea there was a Vapiano's in Melbourne but I had very fond memories of the restaurant when I visited it Oslo, Norway. It serves Italian food but the interesting part is, they cook it in front of you. It's also a perfect restaurant for visiting as a group, as you all get a card that you swipe when ordering and at the end, you pay for what you've eaten individually. Yes to split bill!

While I was at Vapiano's I had the risotto which I also had in Norway. Clearly I enjoyed it there as I didn't dare to try something new! My friend also got me a pineapple cocktail and a salted caramel cheese cake which was absolutely divine! We sat and chatted there for three hours before some people had to head home. After that, on the way back to the train station, a few of us went to a bar called Fifty-fifty and just chatted away over some G&T and popcorn.

All in all, a wonderful day!
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Saturday, 21 January 2017

Bourke Street

I had actually planned for this post to come out a couple of days ago but left it for some fine tuning. It was originally suppose to be a post showing the streets of Melbourne with its normalities and quirks.


The way Melbourne city should be.


Melbourne, to me is such a business city. People rush to work, rush to grab a coffee, rush to the bathroom, and rush to get back home. Being the most 'liveable' city in the world we complain about when the trains are delayed, when the weather is glum or when the coffee's too expensive.


I left the house jumping around puddles, rushing to the train station. I walked to work and began my day as my colleagues and I rejoiced in the fact it was Friday.


During lunch time, a deranged driver drove through our city injuring over thirty people and killing four. One of those was a three month old baby. The entire city was on lockdown.


My work was quiet. We all sat around the computer watching the news in silence. Occasionally, one would gasp or mutter a swear but what's done was done.


I have never felt so eerie and the most descriptive word I could use to describe how I was feeling was just 'weird'. My train journey home took an extra half an hour but we all sat there in silence.


The city was still.


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