Nothing surprises an immigrant more then someone speaking their language— be it someone from the same country as them, or not. If familiarity had a language, for me, it would be Portuguese. The sing-song tone of it; the altos and lows and letters and punctuations that don’t exist in any other language I’ve studied. I’ve studied four.  So I’m in this coffee shop, right? And I’m nervous; I’m rea...

Myself and creative pal Oli Hudson have worked hard on a calendar collaboration, which we've launched through Kickstarter. We believe 2021 has a lot of hope and potential to be lucky and we want everyone else to believe it too! Fingers crossed we can give a little bit of luck through our month-by-month calendar, showcasing ways to make your year a lucky one. From old wives tales to cultural tra...

I wrote this song during lockdown about missing the summer and reminiscing on past experiences of how people change with the seasons, it’s a pretty low-fi rnb style track with inspirations from Erykha Badu, Jorja Smith, Mahalia and Joy crookes. This is the first single I have released and was so much fun collaborating with other artists and creatives 🧚‍♀️ Hope you enjoy ! Marfa Molly  ...

Here’s a mixed selection of my work called ‘dreamers’. 

Photographer: Seb JJ P @sebjjp Model: Paige stone @_KingSiren

MODEL AND ARTISTIC DIRECTORChristine SandfordPHOTOGRAPHER Henry RobinsonARTISTMaria Elizabeth AntonsLet me break this down.  I did this photoshoot and project knowing I was going to be topless infront of a male photographer. I knew he had done nude photoshoots before and I knew I was in a safe space.It wasn’t the fact that Henry was an incredible photographer with experience that made me feel s...

     no one has ever gotten it right      no one will ever get it right      I have tried anyhow

Hello,I am including 4 of my original illustrations for consideration to your open submissions call.Please feel free to browse more on my portfolio: www.pinkpage.org or my art instagram: @giuliapinkartThank you for your time and consideration, and I hope to hear from you!All the best,Giulia Pinkgiuliagpink@gmail.com(810) 841-4003

As my mind reaches new depths My pain soars to unknown heights Time is no aidNo bandage can soak the bloodMy chains weigh me down as I try to growAs the casing drops so does my faithBluer than the deepest oceanFrom red heart to grey stoneOn top of the hill wind whispers in my faceAs if He is blowing straight from His mouthLooking beyond the horizonHead filled with dementing, doubtful, deceiving...