It is so good to meet you.
I am a story-spinner for souls with star-soft eyes & dawn-filled lungs. I create art that reminds these souls what it is to sing back to the thunder.
I was born in the autumn of 1999. Currently I live in Singapore, where I attend high school & quietly make beautiful things. I collect words & miracles. Sometimes people mistake me for a ghost. There is a soft & persistent mumbling in my head, so I write it down.
Here are some of the kind words that readers have used to describe my work: “incredibly hollowing”, “delicate yet devastating”, “lyrical, magical, and enchanting”, “intimate, truthful, and compelling”, & “like a breath you didn’t know you were holding finally released into the evening air, in peaceful solitude”.
Perhaps you may be interested in experiencing more of it. You can do that here, & receive behind-the-scenes magic on the art I am spinning here. If you are interested in interviewing me or writing about the work I do, this is the place.
I care a great deal about the act of creation. I cannot think straight when I’m not making, so I make & I make & I make. I make things like books. & magazines. & films. & TEDx talks. & other lovelies. Sometimes said lovelies win awards, which pleases & shocks & terrifies & delights me.
Welcome. This is my blog & it is your blog. It is another one of my creations.
It is entitled Six Impossible Things & it is a compendium of wisps & snippets of inspiration. Stories of life & love, courage & memory, waking up just before you hit the bottom. Poems. Essays. Music. The kind of art that makes one’s soul feel whole in a way that defies words.
This is rather ironic, because my heart belongs first & foremost to words, in any & all of their forms. Tucked into the margins of books, graffitied on brick walls, scrawled on coffee-stained napkins, wrung out of sleepless nights: I have the tendency to hoard them & mould them into fairytales & nightmares & the secret grey spaces in between. They have brought me through many a fog. I hope that, perhaps, my words may bring you through the same.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, someone told me I should give up, & this is a large part of the reason why I never have. Sometimes I am soft as star-stuff & other times I am stubborn as stormclouds. I am learning how to wield both with care.
Chai tea. Poetry & the people who enjoy it. LP records. Mountains, rain, forests, sky, wildflowers, oceans, fog, dusk & dawn, all universe-creatures wild & soft-skinned & endless. Arthouse films. The syntax of the body. City streets. Open roads. A very large stack of books. Taking the long way home. Paper ephemera. Astrology. Polaroid photographs. Feminism. Well-kept secrets. Love letters. Cobblestones. Music, music, always music. Raspberries. Oxford commas. The anatomy of healing –
These are my first loves. They are the sorts of things that I hope to share with you.
Hello, dear visitor.
My name is Topaz Winters. I am a girl with raven hair & a sestina soul.
I believe in softness as a revolution. I believe in art as a method of survival. I believe that in this dark world we live in, we must be lighthouses for each other. I hope that my art can be a lighthouse for you.
Please imagine me taking your hand (though, a fair warning – mine are rather cold) & looking you in the eye & saying these words to you:
Thank you for being here. I think the universe is a more radiant place for that.