2014 has been an exciting journey so far.
I have barely taken any new photographs, I miss it but at the same time I needed to step away from it and re-structure both personally and professionally.
The year began with the discovery of a new talent, something which had scared me for ages and finally after much hassling from my mother I decided to go ahead and do it.
At the beginning of this year I discovered the healing power of writing and the amazing thing which takes place in the magical world of words.
I’ve never been much of a reader, I think that’s the main reason for my proclivity towards visuals like photography and video, but now I have found a hidden and amazing world in words as well.
I’m not really informed on literature as an art form, I like poetry but it’s hard for me to read novels, plays and whatnot.
I find it easier to read books on science or history, I like facts and I guess that’s why I like things which are based in reality to then take them to a fantasy world.
There’s such beauty in life, every small detail takes on surreal qualities the more you look into it, so many creative worlds are merging inside my mind, it’s beautiful and scary all at the same time.
Life is but a dream and I’m happy to be dreaming.
by Dilia Oviedo-Luciano
Much of the description and action lines are beautifully written and create an ambiance for each scene. The writer has a great command of mood and tone that is bolstered by the well written action and really help to bring Hannah out of her shell. The trippy scenes underwater, of the suicide as we flash back are easy to picture and create a melancholy, almost Lars Von Trier-like (in the best way) vision for how the interactions of the Acone family play out. there is a singular voice here that knows how to command eyes and ears on the page.The Black List (on Collage By Dilia Oviedo-Luciano)
Even though the concept and plot are difficult to get invested in, the talent in the writing is on the page. The darkness of the piece seems to match well with the poetry of the dialogue in which Hannah narrates throughout as well as some of the visceral scenes like the attempted suicide or the swimming in the water. These are well crafted, detailed oriented scenes that pop off the page. Furthermore, there is an intelligence and depth that allows the tone to become elevated in the story. Hannah herself is tragic in just about every sense yet she is extremely sympathetic as the tragedy of her journey and backstory begin to reveal themselves. The Acones feel like any ordinary family that is bound by loyalty and love yet impeded by drama and misunderstandings. This makes them feel real rather than a cinematic fabrication.The Black List (on Collage By Dilia Oviedo-Luciano)
From the moment we’re born, we’re told that we’re an individual.
We’re one, We’re a singular being within this gigantic universe.
At the same time we’re told that we’re an individual, we also realize that
we would not exist if it wasn’t for two other individuals, who were made by two sets of individuals and so forth until we exhaust ourselves looking through eternity.
It is impossible to make peace in one’s mind with that concept that we are in fact ONE, that we are UNIQUE. The whole idea seems ludicrous.
How can we think of ourselves as singular?
We are but the sum of the many blood vessels within an eternal and universal bloodstream.
We are all connected through the same umbilical cord to that oneness, that which unites us to and infinite amount of beings living in this collective world.
There are 8+ billion people in the planet, if we were to trace back and follow each beings bloodline to their very beginning and to that first moment of proven existence, we would see that we are one and all at the same time.
That singularity burst, the seeds spread far and wide and the roots entangled themselves within the core of this universe, and so we came to be.
Millions and millions of years, matter rapidly changing and creating ripples within the cosmos, a myriad of species all connected through that singularity, yet disconnected by wrongful beliefs that THEY alone might be that singularity.
We are one, made of two, and two were made of four, and four gave way to sixteen, and so forth until infinity.
There is no you, there’s only we, there’s only us, there’s only ALL.
by Dilia Oviedo-Luciano