The featured artist for this edition of HLR Spotlight is Ebru Kur, a student in the Visual & Digital Arts program, which is part of Humber’s Faculty of Media & Creative Arts.
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Union
She was profoundly comforted by the knowledge that Joseph was inside her. Over the course of each day, her intestines would absorb as much of him as they could. Then he would be in her blood.
My Son Jake: Reflections on Giving Birth to a Medically Fragile Baby
I experienced early a challenge that comes ultimately to every parent: the release of control that our children demand of us as they grow. There is, in fact, no grand plan. We give them life, but we raise them in conditions not entirely of our own making.
Mr. Big
Phil had a personality as big as the outdoors, whereas I could barely fill a small closet, but I was still cute—as my mother kept reassuring me.
The Dead of Night
Violet blinked, once, then twice. She opened her eyes to find a meadow stretching into the horizon and her back leaning against something hard. With a gasp, she glanced down only to find herself in the body she would inhabit every night.
Roxanna’s House of Dreams
The living room saw wars and alliances, a history only known to the citizens of the great tiny country that was held between those very walls. The sisterly fights over clothes, the friends that turn into public enemies in my grandma's eyes if they dare to set an eye on her daughters.
The Freelance Excavator
There was a sense of honor that she's walking in the steps of her ancestors from millions of years ago. As badly as she wanted to analyze the carvings and potentially find something that had not been recorded, she wanted to get to the end of the tunnel to see what made the archeologists stop even more.
Hyacinthos
If I had a heart with which to love him even more, I am not sure how I would survive even seconds without him by my side. I am happy that I do not have a heart with which to love him, because absence can no longer make my heart grow fonder.
Treasure Chest
Now, as I look fondly at them, I realise even if they were laid to rest, their importance still lingers every time I decide it’s time to let them go. I suddenly understand hoarders and their reluctance, and I see now I am no different.
Hidden Valley
My eyes shoot open to a stark white ceiling and dim lighting, palms sweaty and chest tight. The suction cups and needles, attaching my arms and legs to the simulation equipment, feel sticky and sharp, and the leather pullout chair I’m on suddenly feels like I’m sitting on needles.
A Dream State
I find a tombstone that is unmarked, or perhaps so faded by time and neglect that it may as well be. The plot has been recaptured by nature; no doubt aided by the body below as it fed this overgrowth.
Living the Best of Both Worlds
Often change comes when one is done putting up with what they believe they no longer deserve, maybe never did. But for that to happen, the sphere of pessimism must evoke a desire for a life of optimism.
Death of Superficial Love
Because of his perceived love for her, he spent every waking day and night lying in bed alone, looking out of his bedroom window and knowing that she was out there, loving someone else, and spending fruitful nights in this new lover’s arms; he, on the other hand, grieved the loss of her from his day-to-day life, wishing that her love for another were not true.
White Paint
I learned from him that adults are confused about everything, they just don't like to show it because they’re embarrassed.
Through My Dog’s Eyes
One of my earliest memories is of being ripped away from the only world I knew—my mom, dad, and all my brothers and sisters gone forever, it seemed.