The world is a heavy place,
layered with uncertainty and unanswered questions.
And still, our hearts feel deeply.
Space for grief.
Space for love.
Space for being human.
Holding it with you, dear hearts.
🫶🏼
D
Sometimes, the grip is our own.
Sometimes we hold tight to comfort, even when it costs us growth.
And maybe that grip gave us control when we needed it. Maybe it once kept us safe. But seasons change, and so do we.
Freedom doesn’t always come from breaking chains. Sometimes, it starts by opening our own hand.
Unfurling…right alongside you, brave hearts.
🫶🏼
D
She didn’t always know how to ask for what she needed, and sometimes when she did ask, she was met with dismissal, the kind that made her question whether her needs were valid in the first place.
It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the ache, she felt it acutely, but somewhere along the way she learned to tuck it away and shape herself around what was available.
She mastered the art of adapting, of interpreting others’ moods before they spoke, of giving more than she had to feel safe.
And it was an excellent survival skill…until it wasn’t. Until the silence and the shrinking gave way to full blown codependency, and it became hard to find herself.
Somewhere in that silence, she began to hear something, not from the world around her, but from within. A small, steady voice that said, your needs matter. You are allowed to take up space.
It’s still hard sometimes. Her voice catches in her throat, but she’s practicing. She’s learning that asking is not a burden, it’s a bridge.
She’s learning that it’s okay if some people can’t meet her where she is, it doesn’t mean she’s wrong. It just means that not everyone knows how to hold what’s sacred.
She’s learning to hold it herself. To speak her truth. To trust that the right people will lean in when she does. And more than anything, she’s learning to no longer abandon herself in the name of being easy to love.
I am so darn proud of her, especially on the harder days. One brave step at a time, kiddo. You’re not doing any of this alone. I love you. ✨🫶🏼✨
Follow if you’re done shrinking.
The wind was making my eyes water during this shot but then they turned into real tears because this moment felt so powerful and I loved it. Thank you @dspcapture ✨
@andreadratch captured by @dspcapture@dspgram
#unfiltered #artnotperfection #performanceart #rawfemininity
Gently Misplaced 🐛
@andreadratch captured by @dspcapture@dspgram
Andrea Dratch is a filmmaker, actor, and performance artist based in Colorado. Her work is organic and instinct-led, feeding her creatively in a natural way rather than following structure. She explores life, death, fantasy, shame, and animal instinct through the body as a living, changing vessel of energy and emotion. Her work moves between raw physical experience and inner worlds, where instinct and imagination blur and the body leads before thought.
#photographer #performance #create #explore
📷 Headshots gone WILD with the incredibly talented @dspcapture@dspgram ✨✨ Book Your Session NOW! It was a freaking dream working with Danielle Shields!!
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This shoot was full of creative energy and I’ll be sharing more from this electric shoot soon….but for now I’d like to say how proud I am that today I have lived my beautiful, wild, raw, eccentric, creative life in this remarkable body of mine, alcohol free for the past 11 years! Alcohol almost killed me! If you are struggling with alcohol just know that you CAN QUIT! You have a whole remarkable life to live and you have me to cheer you on! Take your life back and then go create some mind blowing work!! Be wild & free!! ✨#Rebirth
#photography #performanceart #create #sober
I’m letting go of other people’s expectations of me. I’m letting go of the grip of oppressive systems and the small boxes they try to force me into. I’m letting go of the fear of not being held. I’m letting go of the fear of not being enough. I’m letting go of the belief that I’m not capable. I’m letting go of the fear that I don’t belong.
I release what was never mine to carry.
I claim my worth. I claim myself and this life. I claim integrity. I claim authenticity. I claim belonging. I claim my wholeness.
I claim my energy and my sovereignty. I claim collective responsibility. I claim love, fully and without apology.
I’m here and I’m ready.
Bring it on 🔥🐎✨
@lonesome.west@cbmeditates@aniko.arts
“Walk like you belong,
because you do.”
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Repost from @newshour
Minnijean Brown-Trickey is one of the original members of the Little Rock Nine, the teenagers who integrated Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas, after the 1954 Brown v. Board of Education ruling. Now in her 80s, she visits schools and community centers to deliver living history lessons.
“What makes me interested in interacting with young people is because I know who I was, and I value that in young people,” Brown-Trickey told us for #BriefButSpectacular.
“I just want them to know that they are capable of so much and that they don’t have to tolerate things the way they are.”
#BlackHistory #AmericanHistory
