How to Swim Through Pain

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Neringa Rekasiute is an artist, photographer, activist and poet from Lithuania. Neringa started her career as a fashion photographer while studying in London. Becoming disillusioned with the fashion industry, she turned her gaze towards nudity, and in particular female sexuality, creating her own distinctive style of women finding themselves in nature.

Neringa is also a co-founder of the grassroots feminist movement Women SPEAK. She has become well-known around the world for projects that raised socially sensitive questions concerning gender equality, domestic and sexual violence and human rights. Her work has appeared in The Guardian, the Huffington Post, Dazed & Confused, Vanity Fair Italia, Wonderland, and many more.

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Ephemeral, vivid, and therapeutic poems infused with mysticism and female sexuality, accompanied by intimate photographic portraits. How to Swim Through Pain is a debut poetry and photography book from Lithuanian photographer, artist, activist, and poet Neringa Rekasiute. Ephemeral, vivid, and therapeutic poems infused with mysticism and female sexuality are accompanied by intimate self-portraits and nude photographs of the artists closest friends. Taken on black and white film, these pictures were created especially for this book of poetry making it both a visual and written account of the authors personal journey through a difficult time in her life. By diving deep into her individual and intimate experiences, Neringa creates a work of art where everyone can find themselves by immersing themselves in her honest storytelling.

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You will feel like drowning I won't lie to you It will be bloody scary And agonisingly slow As if time stopped Exactly at Pain o'clock. But it will pass. Just keep swimming And when you are ready Let go completely Submerge into water Give in to the darkness. You will come out on the other side Purified. And the ashes of your broken heart Will keep you warm Until the new dawn. His skin was my skin His breath was my breath His dreams were my dreams His death was my death He ached I quivered in pain He smiled I blossomed insane His foes were my foes His battles were mine I moved into the ribcage Of holy divine. I lost all I had I burnt all in flames Today I am naked And he is decay.