Olivia Wein is a young, New York City based Photographer. Working to find out who she is to herself, other people and the world as she knows it. She found her love for photography through an old friend and continues to find it, and fall in love with it, over and over again through new ones. Staying present as her art ebbs and flows into different aspects of itself, discovering it's place with writing, fine art, and graphic design.
I dance home in the dark.
Under lamp lights and
Window shades.
Under melodies and disco parades.
Other people's hearts,
I am body and mind.
I am everything that is
All of those things and all of it
Combined.
I dream of the golden hour and flower pots, and flour.
I dream of the day my art isn’t shit and love isn’t shit,
And life is a little less shit,
I dream of loving back and not alone.
of good songs, and spring time,
Of good jobs and hot cups of tea.
I dream of movies, and cheesy lines,
of practiced spontaneity,
Different voices aligned.
I dream of people and language and promises and lack thereof.
So much of my dreaming leads to you,
But I have to remember I dream for me too.
The moon is half full and i'm dancing home in the dark,
And soon my dreams will come true.
Under lamp lights and
Window shades.
Under melodies and disco parades.
Other people's hearts,
I am body and mind.
I am everything that is
All of those things and all of it
Combined.
I dream of the golden hour and flower pots, and flour.
I dream of the day my art isn’t shit and love isn’t shit,
And life is a little less shit,
I dream of loving back and not alone.
of good songs, and spring time,
Of good jobs and hot cups of tea.
I dream of movies, and cheesy lines,
of practiced spontaneity,
Different voices aligned.
I dream of people and language and promises and lack thereof.
So much of my dreaming leads to you,
But I have to remember I dream for me too.
The moon is half full and i'm dancing home in the dark,
And soon my dreams will come true.