(Ke)Babylon
Holly Blackmore & Tom Zdraveski
Dust in my eyes, my throat.
Coating my skin in a thin film, copper-tone-catchment.
Arriving; the music stands out as a harsh contrast to the tranquility of the bush. Final day; the same endless beat has become our meditation. Pounding all through the day, and all through the night. No room for thoughts. Plenty of room for feelings.
Pick up a brush and paint a picture. Soak in the unfiltered sun. Let yourself go for these few hours.
Skin & skin & skin again. The freedom of exposure. Movements are unrestricted.
Waking up in the early hours of the morning to a soft pink haze above the tree-line. The remoteness of it all, from our day-to-day existence.
How sweet this liberation is.