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 live in Singapore at the moment, where I attend high school & quietly make beautiful things. I collect words & stardust. 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: “haunting”, “otherworldly”, “soft and pure and powerful and wonderful”, & “visceral, exquisite emotion twisted into words”.
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. And magazines. And films. And TEDx talks. And 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. Stories. 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 greyness 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.
The quiet before dawn. The melodies after dusk. Love & the things it’s made to hide. The moon. Cheesecake. LP records. Poetry & the people who enjoy it. Music, music, always music. Feminism. The syntax of the body. Good coffee. City streets. Open skies. Resilience. Heritage. Memory. Gentle fury & cruel tenderness. A very large stack of books. 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.