This photowalk is with Quilla. She did a graphic and wrote about her use of creative outlets throughout the years ^^


Name: Quilla Tempest (pen name), Una (stage name), Neeka (real name–not spelled like that, but for pronunciation’s sake)
DOB: December 20, 1986
Contact information: tempo128bpm[at]
Online aliases: rufus.
Forums most frequented: Soompi, B2ST Rising
Completed fics: Les Miserables (TVXQ), Mint and Chocolate (Big Bang), Pretzels (TVXQ), Raspberry Vinaigrette (Big Bang), Sunrise (Super Junior), Sunset (Super Junior), The Face in the Mirror (Big Bang), The Scorpion’s Den (Big Bang), Thief (B2ST), Under the Influence (Big Bang)
Current fics: The Forgotten War (B2ST) [on hiatus]
Additional information: I’m a big slasher–but I’m open to reading and writing anything, regardless of genre, so long as I’m intrigued. My favourite Korean artists, right now, are Big Bang, B2ST, Hyori, Tasha, Moon HeeJun, and YounHa. And, lastly, I’m a HUGE Seungri fangirl. HUGE. Five years and going strong. ♥

It started with visual art. From a very young age, I knew that I was, in some way, different from all of the other kids. Give me a pencil and a sheet of paper, and I could do things that caused all others around me to stop and witness in awe. Drawing just came naturally to me; it was never forced, and I never had to practice it. All I needed was my imagination–and some paper and something to draw with, of course.
And this was my favourite hobby. I could spend hours in my bedroom just sketching and drawing. I would create characters and worlds, all without ever having to really leave the sanctity of my desk. My pencil would leave strokes across the page with a determined fury, both languid and precise in their markings. It was almost as if I could see my creation on the blank page, and my wrist was just a slave to it, following along.
And things remained in this way. But that was, of course, until that relentless spark of passion had burnt out and relinquished, entirely. As I grew older, well into my teens, I had gained a wandering eye. It wasn’t as if I had meant to abandon my first love, but it was just that something shiny and new came along–and, yes, I had to have it. I put down my beloved pencil and picked up my new friend: an acoustic guitar.

Her name was Nova, and she was beautiful. The sounds that she produced were both soothing and enlivening. With just a pluck of my fingertips, I could make music. Just like that. It amazed me, and it wasn’t long until I began to create compositions of my own. No longer was I mystified by the tunes that I would hear echoing from the radio; I had cracked their code, learned their secrets. I was part of them.

Of course, these songs that I was composing could not very well remain nameless; as much as I had enjoyed plucking the frets and taking note of the aftermath, I felt as if the songs were missing something. They were not fully complete to me without one vital thing: words.

Putting words to my music was like breathing life into it. I learned to play with words and watch them dance and cavort with one another. I picked up on their subtle nuances and mixed them with rhyme and rhythm. I did not necessarily have a method to stringing them together; I would start with a solitary word, just a single idea, and would watch it develop and grow. Before long, I had reached the last line of the composition, and my song would be complete.

Now, however, I came face-to-face with a new dilemma. What is the use of song lyrics if they are not sung?

Despite how much I enjoyed it in idle passing, singing was always something that I was very reluctant to do. I was, generally, a quiet, reserved person, incredibly shy, so something so outwardly expressive as singing–well, truthfully, it terrified me. But when it was just me and my Nova–just my voice and her strings–admittedly, I could not ignore what a wonderful feeling it was to finally hear my voice.

I was my own vocal teacher, but I paused to learn tips from singers, such as Tracy Chapman, Doug Robb (lead singer of Hoobastank), Billie Joe Armstrong (lead singer of Green Day), Michelle Branch, Gackt, Trisha Yearwood, and Mariah Carey. I would put Nova aside and move towards my computer, using recording software as an aid. I would sing into my microphone, record it, and play it back. It was only through continual trial and error (and I’m STILL learning, even today) that I was able to strengthen my vocal ability and, literally, find my voice.

Singing was truly a release for me, for it was only when I sang that I could ignore my inhibitions that did not agree, my shyness that would constrict me, and the hesitation with which I was always engaged in a constant battle. Those things were shoved aside when I opened my mouth and just let the sound of my voice finally reach my ears. No limitations, no holding back.

And that’s the wonderful thing about expression. Whether it’s music, art, acting, writing, or dance–there’s no room for hesitation. There is no holding back. It’s either all, or it’s nothing. It’s either genuine, or it’s superficial. It’s either you feel it, and it moves you–or it doesn’t. Simple as that. And THAT… is what I love.


[Thanks to Quilla for “coming back” to do this ^^v

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