Issue #5- Space
What: Your Pages is an open-minded authentic platform for artistic expression.
Why: All those who create content for Your Pages are free to their own preferences regardless of sex, religion, race, orientation or personal beliefs. There will be no tolerance of ignorance or persecution of personal beliefs and practices. This is not a place for any kind of toxic attitude. Rather a place for all those who enjoy the beauty in life and the random but original niches that create the world that we live in.
How: There is a new topic every month and on the first Tuesday of each month my team and I will introduce this topic by interpreting what the topic means to us with personal, and real-world examples. Then, every other following Tuesday (dependent on how many submissions) the issue will be filled with all of your work! As our audience, we want to see what you can do, and how you interpret each topic.
Emma Murphy-The Artist
"The universe is a pretty big place. If it's just us, seems like an awful waste of space."
What is this column all about?
-Essentially, I, Anonymia, want to answer the questions that cloud your mind. I am in no way an absolute expert in any field but have endured many hardships in my life and feel that through my experiences I can share some wisdom. Now, don’t think this is solely for the heart-wrenching questions that make you contemplate many aspects of your life. But an option to ask questions without fear of repercussions. I can’t guarantee I will answer all questions but will do my best.
-Why are people so judgy?
People are quick to judgment due to their own insecurities. When a person sees the things others have that they do not it causes a deep root of jealousy that forces the ugly out of even the most beautiful. You just have to remember that if someone is judgemental it means that they are jealous of you, thus you win.
-How do people get up and be so “alive” every day?
Now, this answer can vary based on the individual but for me, I am a creature of habit. Routine is blissful and brings order to my life. I basically give myself a set of tasks the night before, personally, I like to make them into a “to-do” list and give myself the full day to get as many done as I can. While some days I am a busy working bee and knock everything off that list and tomorrows list done, other days I a pure coach potato benging old movies and TV shows I have seen countless times. Feeling numb to the outside world and letting the work of hollywood run your brain for a while is calming.
-Between love and career, what would you choose & why?
For me, I will choose love always. Call me a hopeless romantic but in my life span I have seen heartache and success in my career of choice and there is no point to success if you don’t have someone to share it with. Now, when I mean share it with it doesn’t have to be a significant other but rather any kind of loved one. I fully believe that a person’s gut is almost always right. Whatever decision you make if you have to choose between love and a career do what works best for you. But don’t always look at the problem with a single view, try to find a way to “make it work”. There is always a choice, trust yourself and look at the decision in more than one way.
Ask your questions on Instagram or Twitter by either commenting on an Anonymia post by one of the teams profiles, using the #ASKSPYP or by submitting a question below questions can be anonymous!
Emili Holden-The Photographer
Space. Outer space. Interstellar space. The region beyond Earth’s atmosphere, where the stars and planets are. The solar system. The Universe.
As much as we may know about space, I feel as though we are still yet to scratch the surface. Though, I personally am not all that interested in “space”. Don’t get me wrong, I find it’s vast known and unknown depths to be intriguing and beautiful, but I don’t catch myself pondering it too often. When I think of space, I think of when my ex boyfriend said the dreaded words, “we need to talk”; that talk lead to him claiming he needed “space to figure out what I really need”. Well, alright. He took his time. Two months and a week to be exact. Then comes Christmas time. Twelve roses were waiting for me one day. A note, “I miss you. I love you so much”. Cool, well I loved him too so we got back together; entirely too happy and giddy to be back with my “one true forever”. Flash forward two months later, February, the month of looove, and Cupid gave me a nice firm slap on the face. I wasn’t in love with him. I loved him, but I wasn’t IN love. I didn’t feel a spark anymore, we fought all too often, he made me angry for no reason..He wanted one thing, I wasn’t ready. I wanted something, he wasn’t ready. Our love was true, it was real. Never forced. He was burrowed into the depths of my soul.
But that slap sent my mind into a tornado of thoughts. That slap had ME asking HIM for space. I had to think; I had to work this out with myself. I remember taking a long, star and moonlit drive, just me and all this space, listening to Mumford & Son’s first two albums on repeat. I sang as loud as I could and pulled over occasionally to cry and write down the thoughts that I couldn’t figure out. Except, I had it all figured out. I knew I did. I was just scared. Sad. I didn’t want to let go of the one I had loved and devoted so much to over the years..But I knew. My heart knew. It was the most apparent feeling I had, so I told him. I told him that we needed to talk. I told him that I loved him, but I wasn’t in love with him. I told him that there’s a whole world out there that needs his unique talents and one-of-a-kind energy. I told him he needed freedom to go be happy and embrace the path life was laying out for him. And just like that, two hearts confided with the truth. Two souls parted ways. The two of us finally got the space we had needed all that time.
You see, space is sacred. Space is a vast description with a wide array of interpretations. And yet, sometimes, the best space we can give ourselves is some time reflecting on all the space that is truly around us. I find closure under a clear night’s sky; when I can count shooting start instead of Instagram notifications, where I can draw lines between the stars and create my own art instead of depicting passive meanings behind subtweets and shit posts online. Finding a space to pour out my suffocating thoughts is my sanctuary. Whether I’m under the stars or under the roof of my house, allowing your being and your mind space is a truly life-changing experience. I encourage you all to give yourself some space.