 A photo I took of a woman last December walking with her cup of tea in the snow, remarking that I wanted to be just like her by this time next year. This year untangled and unraveled me. The deeply embedded, subconscious patterns that cycled through my brain finally began to melt, like wax walls collapsing in on themselves. I think the greatest ego death for me came from my layoff in August. Before that, I felt like I was functioning at surface level, just trying to keep my head above the water of my own bad habits
0 Comments
 The moment I realized Marzipan was not going to make it. For a while now, I’ve wanted to care for butterflies. One of my earliest memories of wonder comes from preschool, when our class watched caterpillars spin themselves into cocoons and later unfold into something weightless and new. As summer drew to a close, I decided to revisit that memory and got a kit—my final chance to raise them before the cold crept in.
I didn’t think much of it at first but what unfolded was an unexpected journey, a quiet emotional storm that reminded me how fragile and fleeting existence can be. It asked me to sit with my own insecurities, to see them not as flaws, but as small mirrors of the impermanence woven through everything alive.  Maybe getting good at existence means getting good at not knowing. Earlier this month, I was laid off, and it’s been an intriguing journey to rediscover who I am beyond the noise. The silence has brought both clarity and confusion, but what’s felt truly liberating is the unfolding of a new path—a path I never thought possible. When nothing is tying you down, the weight lifts, and you can dream a little again.
 I had this wild idea to take photos of small moments throughout my day to capture the essence of how I was feeling that day. When I started this personal project, I was feeling very disassociated with myself - I totally had no idea who I was. I made a conscious effort to capture every emotion as truthfully as I could. This meant taking photos on days I was sick, days where my mental health felt compromised, and even days I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed.
This year I'm celebrating the 7th year of my relationship, a number that feels synonymous with change and growth. Relationships, especially romantic ones, are adventures within themselves. Time feels like sand when you're with someone you love; it slips through your fingers, and you're left wondering where it all went because you only want more. To commemorate this milestone, I want to jot down some lessons that I believe have contributed to the longevity of my relationship with my partner and that I hope might inspire you to observe relationships through a nuanced lens.
|
"You can only be afraid of what you think you know.”
― J. Krishnamurti
© 2026 Jasmine Singh Studio. All rights reserved.