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Nassia KapaAugust 3, 2016August 3, 2016photography

Staying still is part of the healing process, but movement, for the body as also in life, is medicine. We have to keep on going. And when we can’t find the strength, we must search for it in what heals us. “The finding/ losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning never stops.”

What does making pictures mean to you?

“Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged and a very important part of me had been destroyed – that was my reality, the facts of my life; but on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel, and as long as I had words for that, images for that, then I wasn’t lost.”
Jeanetter Winterson, Why be happy when you can be normal?

It is not random, I presume, that the song I was listening, while playing with words around the meaning of movement, is called Walk

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Nassia Kapa is the woman who writes this blog. She gets obsessed with songs she imagines herself living in and plays them on repeat mode. She loves coffee with an ice cube, airports, hugs and long kisses, would never say no to gin and tonic, to story telling book covers and shoes. By changing pair of shoes, you walk in different pace, directions and you see new people from another point of view. She lives in south London and loves taking long walks in neighbourhoods she has never been before. Passionate about poetry in words, in feelings, in body language. Touched by anything that can make her brain molecules obey her heart's strong will. Lost in Opera arias and ballet. Drunk in jazz and art. Hello, my name is Nassia. I am not a photographer. I just feel, it happens to have a camera around. © All of my photographs are Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved. They may not be used or reproduced publicly in any way without my written permission. View all posts by Nassia Kapa