Inside

Cathartic poems materialized through augmented reality in a zine.

There are a total of 5 poems throughout the zine with digital scenes created for each poem.

Each poem was written as a way to vent emotion, to get it out from my head into something real.

Page 1

A heavy aura of discomfort blankets my being.
It’s all encompassing, unescapable. Will it ever lighten?
Time feels still, that the chime will never be sung. But it does, yet the pain isn’t done.
My mind is a prison, I am shackled to the walls.
Promises from an open door, but I only get visitors from ashore.

Page 2

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, I wonder what’s next.

Page 3

Left, up the stairs, and to the right.
That’s where you hide.
You sit there on your bed. I can’t see your face.
Did you die?
Please speak to me, please speak to me, please..
What happened?
I don’t understand.
Was your warm love,
Your gentle touch,
The glint in your eyes,
And the happiness we had..
Was it all a lie?

Page 4

Spread out, limbs contorted, she lay on the floor.
It was stable and knew its purpose. She needed that.
Her eyes looked up, not at the ceiling, but beyond.
A gaze upon a full emptiness. Too familiar a space.
Seeing nothing, but feeling everything: she sought clarity.
She never found it. She isn’t sure she ever will.

Page 5 & 6

When you’re around, my doubts runaway.
Your company: the definition of bliss. Everything is fine.
We hug goodbye with a duration I can never accept.
I am alone now, the pleasure fades into the unrecollectable abyss.
Your presence feels infinitely short and your absence infinitely long.
Merely a parasite, I long for you to come back.

Almost all the digital visuals were hand-drawn with pen and paper and imported into Unity, the software I used to create the AR scenes. I added line boil to the parts of the scenes that I wanted to bring attention to, particularly people. I also utilised Processing, a creative coding library, to create images such as the markers (the images that activate the scenes).

I exhibited it on a plynth for Open Share, an end of year exhibition for my course at GSA.

Photo of exhibition Photo of exhibition

Unity Processing April 2023