Words Shania Parker
Autumn is here, and the cool piercing of it enfolds over the summer warmth that was—a change transpires, one we always expect but can never seem to truly embrace. We may love what the cold brings but we shudder at its chilling hands. Change is the inevitable Autumn of our lives, and whether we welcome it or dread it, its footsteps never slow for our hesitancy… just as the weather won’t. The deviations of life offer us opportunity; and what do we encounter in the perplexing advent of change? A chance for recognition.
Verse has not rested in pursuit to recognise. Our mission is a dual one: to offer a glimpse of great literature, artwork etc. and to challenge, find and inspire our readership with artforms most outstanding. In order to provide this rousing trip, replete with an abiding magnetism, we endeavour to notice—to discern the traces, people and voices unseen and unheard.
You will recognise this issue is all-embracing of artistry and the artist; this is no happenstance. Art is a lifeline that doesn’t require a slowing heart—nor a tormented one—but simply an entity that enjoys gnawing into and being in the presence of beautifully, unforgiving things. This issue is abundant in such creations, we feature the likes of painter Natalie Bellardino, who swirls her paintbrush in a way alike to a wand. We include a special text that comprises topics of religion, fear and loss, written by the enigmatic Kerrie Lacey.
In light of recognition, we attune to the hushed voices of women. In dedication to the foregoing sentiment, we have multiple pieces attributed to women—texts that comment on sex-related adversities; female artists who are rich in their femininity and more. We want to acknowledge that women are drivers of creativity, innovators, leaders and most assuredly: equals. We, at Verse, recognise you, and we are audient to what you have to say.
This illusive road to finding recognition and realising nonconformity doesn’t require a directory—look to the darkest parts of yourself and move towards them with a fervid nerve. And when the floodwaters of emotion attempt to swallow you with its mouth most wide, you’ll be submerged by the sensation of liberty; and never will you drown when the depths are where you feel most home.