Blister in the Sun
This is a tribute to all the lost wallets, the missing iPhones, and the forgotten dignity.
May 1, 2014 | Festival | May 2014
I’ve been to my fair share of summer music festivals. I’ve felt the burn. I’ve lived through the heartache, the sweat and the tears, and as festival Jesus once said:
“Do unto others as you would have others do unto you, unless you’re like really hammered at a music festival and some munted shirtless knob in an American Indian headdress is trying to cop an over-the-shirt boob touch in the moshpit” – [Matthew 7:12]
The following photographs are re-creations of my early festival memories. This is a tribute to all the lost wallets, the missing iPhones, and the forgotten dignity. An homage to that one guy dancing on his own by the corner of the stage. This is for all the girls too busy taking selfies to watch the band. Respect for all the inappropriate footwear and goon sacks, and appreciation for the dirty boots and the grass that sticks to your back after lying on the ground in the hot sun. Tired eyes and lost sunglasses. We’ve all been there. Festivals are draining, both physically and mentally – but we love them regardless.
*correction: An earlier version of this piece incorrectly stated that Miranda had deactivated her Tumblr. You can find Miranda at http://lazybonesillustrations.tumblr.com. We apologize for any inconvenience.*
Miranda lives in Sydney and works a 9-5 office job that allows her to spend 8 hours on MS Paint drawing stuff. Her art has been featured on The Huffington Post, It's Nice That, Buzzfeed, Booooooom, and more.