Sabrina Ward Harrison

www.SabrinaWardHarrison.com
total art idol.

'I journal to understand my life as I'm living it. I use my journals as a place to put the things that spill out over the edges of my life: photo negatives, scraps of paper, poems I have heard and loved, my sorrow, and epiphanies, the true and the questions. My journals have become guideposts for my life. Maybe it's the same way for you, and so I invite you inside my world.'
-SWH

'Two years ago I ended up in a field of grass hip high. This is where I began to make the body work that has come to be called The True Living Project.

E.E. Cummings said a poet is “someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement”.
Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.

On a daily basis we teeter on the edge of humanity losing history through the fading cultural landscape of our country and our interconnectedness as human beings. Though unconscious development and historical neglect. As we have barreled deeper and deeper into a technological/ result driven 21st century, now more than ever I do believe we need to be brought home to the presence of our living. To allow the restful validation of your own tender true humanity, may this work be a living ode to our living.

I am striving to create both a visual and emotional unfolding through the textural interchange of photography, sound, collage, film and found objects.

As you observe, as you listen, may you rest into that place where this moment, and your memory, exist.' -SWH

Beautiful outpourings of honesty.

My perception of art is anything that can move you to the brink of losing yourself
make you sway a little
dizzying
sinking deep and fast
Art that makes your head drop
makes you open your mouth a little
and take as much in as you
possibly
could
ever
understand.

take it in.

Then come back for more.
because you just got it.
felt
what
she
meant.

anyway.

In the pit of the belly

Sometimes it takes losing something to really find it.

and sometimes the years that are awful and hurt filled are the years that make up the amazing years. the foundations of the new start. the new year.
realize the shit and the turmoil and the hurt and the wounds and the battles and the scars as a stone which to step on. moving up and learning. and moving out.
go forth c. and make it. make it yours. be bold. step up to the plate and take your stance.

she will hold your hand real tight with nothing but dirt between them. looking into your eyes with the words "i am here" etched into her pupils. it will be rough. it will be rugged. it will be all emotions.

so just know. that i am only here. and you are only there. and that makes us strong. and independent and willing. so when the tides are low and the mountains rise, i'll see you again. sweet girl. oh sweet lovely girl. who gave me strength and boosted me when i had no more to boost. oh sweet lovely girl who realized a light in me when there was but merely a flicker.

don't. do not. forget.

-Karen Wisdom sweet, sweet lady!


Read through some real old stuff just a bit ago.
found this and started sinking instantly
into this like
full supple raw..girl.
or as you'd say 'gYrl'
yeah.sinking as we speak.
god sweet women in my life.
total love
oh the women in my life.
thank you.
i mean, these words are fucking dripping and sweet
beatific

yes be bold.
never. stop.

'oh sweet girl who knows that life flows with the current and to ride it as long as you can because it will be soft and sweet and moving with the river.'

soft and sweet and moving like the river.
like us.

pulsing and amazing.
just sink,
dive.

'your arms are wrapped around the sun'

Boudoir

Woke up to a dreary gray
almost silvery portland morning
against the neon moss
dewy and wet and nostalgic.

thinking about lingerie and garter belts and stockings
fabulous capote-inspired eye wear and begonias
french girls and market blackberries

Pin-up girls and Bombshells
Neutral colors and tattoos and string instruments
City streets people waxing poetic
Bed head and wrinkled fabric in the light

The Artful Dog

Doc just enjoying a dreary incense filled sigur ros kinda craft day.

Handmade Life

inspired by this night
white.hot.light.
trees overflowing encircling this gorgeous city
folks cruisin around all this grassiness
laughing and wine and bikes and a fountain
so much to capture.
'so much shouting, so much laughter'

Inspiration Board

Glass of merlot in hand.paper lantern aglow. sigh.

I am weak in the knees with thoughts of the palest rose pink paint with a rocker black trim
Glossy SM-inspired black and white photos. Skin and Leather. Maybe just legs.
Gorgeous old wood and succulents. Crisp white 'Progress Coffee' inspired planters.

Smell of amber oil and herbs and Fink lazily singing
'Breathe in the future, breathe out the past'
From room to plant.filled room
Succulents. Austin, Texas.
Humidity and spirituality and homegrown everything.


Gorgeous.
Joy.full.
Natural.