Paralells

issue 1

Page Contents 1-4 Will Scott 4-8 Lachlan Ruscoe 8-12 Genevieve Brummage 12-16 Erika Nguyen 16-20 Karyn McGlue

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When I think about home, I consider more than just the physical aspects. What gives me the true essence of home is how it feels, and when you begin to consider more than the objects that surround you, you find what truly makes you feel at home.

The warm sunrise peeking through my windows and blinds create a kind and inviting welcome to the day. It’s not an exclusive experience to my home, but it is an experience that makes me feel safe, secure and at home. That is the difference.

There’s a sense of beauty in things that decay. The patterns and textures formed through the natural breaking down of objects can be infinitely examined, and, much like art, can have stories drawn from them.

The significant breaking down of a home over time creates the necessity of maintenance, and allows for one to add their hand to the care and nurturing of their home environment. Repainting walls and cleaning off rust can be an act of tenderness, and create personal connections between one and their home.

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Last seen 29th November 2018.

Something slipped from my hand, then the half drunk glass of water was put down. It was a matter of time before crap met skirting, scattering the walls together and recently reached the ceiling. Now it’s too late and it’s mine.

Applecross, Me and four others stick out like sore thumbs. Can’t say we’re trying very hard to fit in though. How could we? I mean for sure I wish I had 10000000000000 dollars like everyone else in this neighbourhood.

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when I walk through the streets, of which I’ve known since I was 3, I’m yet to find a common ground, with those who walk among this town, they say that home is where the heart lays, well my heart must be hiding on this day

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A house is a home where all occupants can splay their shit, however in my room no one else’s ‘shit shall be splayed!’ only my shit!

a space to hold the tangible, an expresion of identity through materialism. a space to myself.

Matisse and Lou Reed stare. time stored within walls saturated by memory. look at all this nice shit! look at all this nice crap! ahh so much stuff.

I’ve collected stuff new and old, collections of things and bits made by and for me.

From inside my safe home at sunset, I look outside the window.

It is a glass door to a new world. The clouds settle soft in the evening sky. The colour of blue and orange bleed and blend together. The sun disappears down the horizon. Shadows fill in the shapes of the houses and the entire neighbourhood. The glass is framed like a picturesque painting. It is mellow and illuminating.

Such a beautiful sight upon my eyes, that I wish to transport through the glass into a new world. Away from the negativity, stress and worry that plagues the real world. I imagine myself flying through the clouds into space where the stars are at its last breathe of life. Wait, the moon is coming up now.

It is only for a moment that the sun fully disappears and the painting is covers in a satin veil of darkness. Tomorrow I will see and experience this again. But until next time, goodbye.

Precious and pretty just like me Delicate and can easily fall apart Sensitive to the seasonal change Be careful or else they will wilt Wishing all bad things could go away Looking outside my window I see the pretty flowers blossoming Among the concrete and brick suburbia The only beautiful thing Colouring everything that is dull Just small comforts in my day Hopefully the blossoms outside are here to stay.

Framed

Society shapes our personality through form and structure. This all being created through political and social realities, rotating through its journey much like identities. Held by the foundation of support, or lack thereof, from those in our lives.

Distant There is so much beauty in the mundane and banal, a place that is not really a place as we just transit through. This environment we choose to traverse is where our character is being nurtured and formed.

Although these environments have no significant meaning like home, they form part of who we are through familiarity, repetition and layers of character.

Society shapes our personality through form and structure. This all being created through political and social realities, rotating through its journey much like identities. Held by the foundation of support, or lack thereof, from those in our lives.

There is so much beauty in the mundane and banal, a place that is not really a place as we just transit through. This environment we choose to traverse is where our character is being nurtured and formed. Although these environments have no significant meaning like home, they form part of who we are through familiarity, repetition and layers of character.

Sublime

The sublime artificial, yet graphic, man-made structures paralleled against the natural environment with the textures gives pleasure to the senses. How we choose to engage with these environments provides a unique view of persona, and our quest for development and fulfilment.

Who we are is determined through characteristics of upbring, location, how we are defined by others and the altered landscapes we are part of. Our state of mind is often consumed with the pressures of relationship, obligations and demands. This situates us with environment, if we change our environment often our disposition changes along with it, forming who we are and the view of ourselves. Identity is fluid, and home is not merely the house we live in, it is also the nature of the world we reside in and engage with.

Paralleled

Parallels provides a unique exploration of identity through the perspective of several design students.

Despite their differences, these students find common ground in discussing their home environments and what their definitions of “home” are. Discover stunning imagery and moving words, contributed by Genevieve Brummage, Karen McGlue, Erika Nguyen, Lachie Ruscoe, and Will Scott.