A collection of words and photographs from Rosa Spring Voss.
As I get older a few things have become more clear, like saying no is okay, flossing is great and healthy friendships are even better. I met Lil, Jans, and Lisabel around 15-20 years ago on separate occasions from preschool sandpits to primary school playgrounds and somehow we have been best friends since.
Early last year brought the pandemic and with that, we were all back together in our hometown, reconnected unexpectedly. Relationships had ended, studies begun and new paths were taken, we were re-meeting as adults. To mark this occasion we decided to go away together to a property in the middle of nowhere on Gumbainggir country, just inland from Coffs Harbour. These photographs were taken over three days in an off-grid cabin owned by conspiracy theorists Julie and John in a town called Lowanna. My friendships with these three people are the thing in my life I’m most proud of, they act as markers of change and growth. Isn’t it such an honour to know and love someone for so long? To see how years have swayed their lives.
Recently I have sat in what it means to be queer and how that has impacted the way I relate to these friendships. Like most love, it’s hard to explain but at this moment it resides in an intimate place, a sensitive one that borrows ideas from lovers, families, and friendships but doesn’t quite land in any solid form. Communication, space, and respect to drift away and come back together has been paramount, the friendships remain in a constant state of flux. This body of work and the poems that accompany them are reflections on weird and beautiful moments of connection and disconnection, a type of intimacy that’s enduring and ever-changing.
In ‘I May Destroy You’ he didn’t say he was queer and felt bad about it.
Was this the crux?
I thought about when I’ve fucked men and didn’t tell them I was queer.
Who’s mad and why?
My sister said to my dad she had a bad childhood because he shouted at her for stealing
My dad said he stands by it
I was speaking to Mumma in the car about you,
You pulled up beside me and I mouthed through the closed windows “You can’t make this shit up”
I thought she was a bitch for not winding down her window to say hi.
Turns out her driver’s side window was broken.
Lil told us that she would have sex while simultaneously breastfeeding, We spoke about it at dinner.
Shifts in chairs and validating gazes at the table. What age does this become shameful?
You told me to tell you a story about what I desire, I said communication and trust.
Is that what you mean?
5:56 I’ll wait outside the industrial estate for the automatic lights to turn on. It will feel special every time I go
Continuously fall into line
Like I happened to be at the right place at the right time.
I think about Gonzalez Torres’s Candy Works and how love can fill a room.
You said love was eating your six-week-old grapefruit and that somehow I was in that experience.