Page 1

issue 1: self


message from the founder

19

3 27

1

Dear Readers, This is a collection of works from talented Wollongong-based creatives. They've poured their heart and souls into their work and have created some truly amazing things. I am so honored that I was able to get such creative people involved in my little zine. So, thank you for reading this zine. By doing so, not only are you supporting myself and the team at Pine, but you're supporting your local creatives, too. There are so many talented people out there, so I'm glad that I am able to give those people a place to share their work. Thanks to the 14 people who submitted to Issue 1. Without you, Pine wouldn't exist. Thank you to my editor, Kaitlyn Hay, for stepping up and helping me with my huge workload. Thank you to my friends, family, and classmates for supporting me, letting me bounce ideas off you, and for promoting Pine. And finally, thank you, Reader. Thanks for supporting us all. I would really appreciate any feedback that you have for Issue 1: Self - that's the only way to keep improving. Don't hesitate to send us an email or a DM on Instagram. Creators and readers alike, I'm delighted to have you on board. I hope to see you here for Issue 2. Yours sincerely, Dayle


12

issue 1: self 3

Revenant

Emma Collins

7

Jade Bungles

Kaitlyn Hay

8

Fight or Flight

Jessica Waite

11

Trees

Katelyn Kirby

12

Un-Fake-Able Make-Over

Nick Chlopicki

13

Nature's Grand Stage

Sinead Kavanagh

17

Blank x 3

Libby Pigram

18

Love

Candace Zalloua

19

It's All Us

Emma Paz

22

Dear Time

Zaina Azhar Sayeda

23

Displacement

Emma Moser

26

Stand On Your Own Two Feet

Andie Yates

27

Untitled (Self-Portrait)

Jessica Waite

28

OC

Emily-Jane Aitken

29

The Ego of Imagination

Amely Koenig

30

Drink You Up

Dayle Beazley

13

2


revenant Emma Collins

Revenant explores the themes of spirit photography, familial relations and self-identity in a series of eight photographs. Each individual photograph includes a late member of my paternal family who passed away before I was able to meet them. By exploring my paternal relations, I was able to uncover similarities and resemblances between my existing and late family members. Furthermore, Revenant illustrates an everlasting and protective relationship between those that have passed, and those that live on. Through the combination of my father’s interest in ancestry, and my mother’s unconventional intrigue in the paranormal, I was able to fabricate a reality where the two coincide. In order to create an effective photographic relationship between past family members, heavy inspiration was taken from Jolene Lupo’s tintype portraits and Martyn Jolly’s spirit photography.

3


5


jade bungles Kaitlyn Hay

It’s a dim world now, but a memory of green Green trees and plants and leaves on the ground Little pale rocks too, even cracked brown sticks about But I saw more, I looked upward, and found green My family shouted around, calling and jibing and crying The Warrumbungles, bungles of trees and leaves It was all so large, all so tall, Eddies of jade and fluttering green. Perhaps I smelt dirt and earth and grass But all I remember of it now is the calls of my family Bounding alone in that space, quiet and serene That forest, that jungle Those bungles of green.

6


fight or flight Jessica Waite


The ‘fight or flight’ response is experienced when an individual is confronted with a threatening situation: your heart beats faster, your sweat thickens, your vision narrows, your muscles tense, and your hearing sensitises. This sequential notation of a magpie in flight refers to this chain reaction and simultaneously suggests the overcoming of fear. Although this work marvels at the beauty of the magpie in flight, these birds instead act as a catalyst for the ‘fight or flight’ response within myself. I associate magpie encounters with aggression, violence and trepidation for fear of being swooped. However, this work draws upon my memories of my father who, every afternoon, would feed the five magpies that visited my backyard. Through this beautified representation, I seek to shift my mindset and shed light on the gentle nature of the magpie that is reflected in this effort at cohabitation.

8


trees Katelyn Kirby

Half my blood is grey, connections unknown. Featureless faces follow me as I go through life with curiosity burning in my breast. Questions I cannot ask him pool and drain before he can hear my words. The beer is wearing off – an opportunity gone from sight. Connected to a tree of bodies upholding a senseless security littered with lies and secrecy. The dead are lost in that liminal space, trying to communicate the truths no one speaks of. His family unknown to me, the perfection mask inherited down the tree. The too-hard-basket injected in my blood from the man who I love and hate. I see in me the things he tries to hide from my sight, his pain and his addiction. They balance on the precipice of my soul. I crave that curiosity, the satisfaction of uncovering the truth behind our tree. Secrets of his past hang over me as the truths appear but cannot bleed. Those men sit with me at night and stare but cannot speak. Watch me as I sleep. The time for exploring ghosts so close we cannot see them. The webless weave of curiosities that seep into my words without control or consciousness. There’s no helping it from bleeding into ink. He held me to his chest and wept against my infant skin. Glowing blue eyes contagious through a bloodline. Who is this man unknown to me? Why does my soul grieve the ones atop the tree?

11


un-fake-able make-over Nick Chlopicki

12


nature's grand stage Sinead Kavanagh

13


14


15


16


blank x 3 Libby Pigram

1. I have cut myself trying to piece together my broken bits. I have pricked my fingers more times than I can count while sewing my torn pieces back together. I am drowning in cough syrups and choking on pills to cure myself. I am learning that you cannot fix what has been broken - but you can create something new with the pieces.

2. I am not ‘too much’. No one is ever ‘too much’. You are just too closed-minded to understand. There is a fire in my stomach that you can try to put out, but you will never succeed. Each word I speak burns my throat, each breath I take shortens. I can cause forest fires with the brush of a fingertip. I can shake the ground you call home and rattle your bones. I have never, and will never be ‘too much’. 3. I am not living, I am merely breathing. This life of mine ended before it even began. They say it’s the simple things in life that bring you joy. Nothing is simple anymore. My head is fogged with thoughts - thoughts of you, of him, of what happened to me. Who can understand the way I feel? I am a paradox. I want to feel happy, yet I am comforted most when I am sad. I crave affection, yet I recoil from anyone who comes close. My mind is a cursed place and I no longer want to be in it.

17


love

Candace Zalloua Trigger Warning: abusive relationships, death. Gun to my head - who do you love? Like a metronome, my eyes bounce between the two boys in front of me. Not men, boys. Who do I love? Surely not the boy with the gun to my head, willing to kill me if he doesn’t get what he wants. He does not care for my happiness, he only cares for his.  When we first met, he was not like this. I remember the gentle kisses to my forehead, in the same place where the barrel of his gun now stings.  He only hit me once. I left him in an instant. Everybody told me I was so strong for leaving him, for moving on and finding myself someone new. But that someone new is no better. He’s standing there beside my ex-boyfriend in wicked solidarity. Bruises and cigarette burns scatter across my skin, a drop sheet in a painter’s studio, and he is the painter. He was harder to leave, I didn’t have a choice. He isn’t the one pointing a gun at me, but the look in his eyes tells me that if my ex-boyfriend hadn’t brought his gun, he would have. How did I get myself into this situation? But more importantly, why was I still blaming myself for not seeing what they were hiding? I’m no longer blinded by their faults that I took on as my own responsibilities. It was never me. It was them and their twisted hearts. They deserve to be on the other side of the gun. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. It was him who hit me and him who burned me and them who threaten to kill me for loving one and not the other. The joke is on them, though, because I love neither. It is with this that I shut my eyes and welcome the metallic kiss, willing it with my final words. I will not give them what they want, and it will be the last thing I do. Who do you love? they demand. “Me.”

18


it's all us Emma Paz

19


dear time Zaina Azhar Sayeda

Aren't you a sadist Crawling painstakingly slow When all I wish for Is a fast-forward remote? Bolting across quicker Than the speed of light When I want to stop Your ticking hands with mine. Aren't you finitely infinite? Can be measured, And yet, ironically Can't be defined. Someone's 'always', Another's 'forever'. Like synonyms by rule, Like antonyms in nature. Aren't you almost human-like? You change, Like one changes clothes. You heal, Like a doctor, with his medical dose. You run, Like a sprinter all drenched in sweat. You fly, Like a pilot flies his jumbo jet. Aren't you priceless? Aren't you divine? Sought after, yet undervalued When you should be enshrined. Isn't it ironic? Isn't it a paradox? You are money, Yet you can't be bought.

22


displacement Emma Moser

Displacement is an experimental work which originated from influence of Sam Falls and his location-based works. It made me think: if I was to make a location-based artwork. Where would I choose? When people at university ask where I’m from I usually say Sydney. However, my home, in Heathcote, holds a lot more similarity to suburbs around the Wollongong area rather than the city of Sydney that everyone imagines. Living basically exactly between the University of Wollongong and Sydney Harbour has given me a sense of displacement, or lack of belonging to both Sydney and Wollongong city as I am a part of both the locations, but not completely. In order to explore this part of myself, I took leaves from three different significant locations, being my university campus, my backyard and Hyde Park in Sydney. I scattered these leaves on three different canvases on the ground outside, each representing a location. I then sprinkled powder dye over the surface and left it overnight, allowing the dew to activate the pigment. Layer after layer, the silhouettes blend and become abstracted, ghostly traces of the flora is left behind. Relying on nature to create the work for me was a fascinating process as I lost control of my own work, relying on autonomy to create unpredictable visual results. I also worked with spontaneity when applying the pigment, employing the techniques of abstract expressionism by moving around the canvas and allowing my subconscious to make decisions on what colours and how I’m applying it to the surface. Overall, each piece became representative of movement between locations and aesthetically, a connection to nature emerged from the work.

23


stand on your own two feet Andie Yates

"Stand On Your Own Two Feet" isn't an empty platitude; our feet support us through everything we go through. I seek to highlight the beauty in the everyday through simple instant photos and decorative papers.

26


untitled (self-portrait) Jessica Waite

27


OC

Emily-Jane Aitken

My first brush with fanfiction was when I was 12, before I knew what it was called or why I was really doing it. If you’ve ever read, wrote, or been on Tumblr you’ve probably heard the term OC. It means Original Character and it’s what I usually write. So, you have one established character usually paired up romantically with an OC. Say Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter and Patricia Handelov. You don’t know Patricia and that’s the point; as the writer I get to introduce you to her. From superheroes to criminals I have written them all. OCs have taken over my life! Whenever I cosplay it’s of them because no one can ever tell me I’m doing it wrong, If I want to write, it’s about them; I have a folder on my computer dedicated to them and it’s the largest one I have!  I think I’ve figured out why. They’re so much better than me, their lives so much more interesting and adventure is at their fingertips. They don’t have anxiety, they don’t have to suffer through sexist classmates, and they get the guy/girl in the end. After I write the end there’s no more struggle. There’s a happily ever after, which I may never have the pleasure of having myself.  I wish I was there, I wish I had super powers, I wish I knew magic, I wish I was someone else. But for now, I’m the writer. I sit behind a laptop, I talk my friends ears off about it. And I turn up to conventions dressed as them. It’s the closest I can get. Maybe I don’t know who I am, or maybe do: I am a writer.

28


the ego of imagination Amely Koenig

29


drink you up Dayle Beazley

I bathe in strawberry daiquiris with a side of depression            Close my eyes, let it seep in –                         You grow sweeter by the second. Tequila pours over me!             Rinse the memories away, pierce through my skin if you must.                         I wash myself with salt and lime. But the taste of you, I can’t resist.             Sober,                         Sober,                                     Sober no more.                         Flow down my throat and I’ll deal with you tomorrow Strawberry lust             Strawberry love,                         Too good to be true. Showered in tequila again             Though I still taste you on my fingertips…                         Maybe tomorrow you’ll be sweeter.

30


Submissions close September 30th!


thank you for your amazing submissions! Emily-Jane Aitken

Emma Paz

Nick Chlopicki

Libby Pigram

Emma Collins

Zaina Azhar Sayeda

Kaitlyn Hay

Jessica Waite

Sinead Kavanagh

Andie Yates

Katelyn Kirby

Candace Zalloua

Amely Koenig Emma Moser


pinethezine

Profile for pinethezine

Pine, Issue 1: Self  

Issue 1: Self has been created by Wollongong-based creatives. It is a collection of poems, short stories, photographs, and visual art loosel...

Pine, Issue 1: Self  

Issue 1: Self has been created by Wollongong-based creatives. It is a collection of poems, short stories, photographs, and visual art loosel...