StrumpA.R.T - Trudi Reid

StrumpA.R.T - Trudi Reid Shaping silence into expression through poetry, photography & art — my new way to dance. A space for reflection, connection & creative healing. I’m a creative.

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For as long as I can remember, dance has been the thing that filled my cup. It still is — and probably always will be — but it’s no longer as present in my day-to-day life as it once was. There’s still plenty of dancing—around the house, in my head, and in my heart—but not quite in the professional way it used to be. And when that kind of creativity sits idle, it finds ot

her ways to rise to the surface. It manifests in new forms — until you find another way to light up your soul. For me, that outlet became art. I don’t consider myself an artist. It started with poems — scratched on paper in the middle of the night or stuck in my head while working. They came to me while driving, in moments of emotional crisis, or unexpected joy. Then, I started to play with putting them on canvas. Just for me. Just to give the creativity somewhere to go. Now, 20 years on, it’s taken yet another turn. I found my new way to dance. My poems are my movement — the choreography. My photographs are the music — reshaped and re-imagined beyond their original form, to express something deeper than what the lens first saw. Together, they’ve become © StrumpA.R.T
And now... I’m ready to share them.

Release day!FROM THE NOTEBOOKThis poem arrived during a blackout.A storm had rolled through, and the power went out.Like...
09/06/2026

Release day!
FROM THE NOTEBOOK

This poem arrived during a blackout.

A storm had rolled through, and the power went out.
Like most people, I initially assumed I'd sit around waiting for it to come
back on.

Instead, something unexpected happened.

The silence settled in.
Candles replaced lights.
The flame flickered.

Smoke curled and twisted through the air like choreography.

And for the first time in a long time, there was nowhere else to be.

No distractions.
No background noise.
No urgency.
Just stillness.

What surprised me most wasn't how much I enjoyed it.
It was how reluctant I was about the power returning.
Sitting there watching the flame dance, I realised something.

The one person who walks through every season of my life is me.

The one person present for every triumph, every heartbreak, every lesson and every new beginning.

And perhaps that's not something to fear. Perhaps it's something worth celebrating.

Today's poem from the notebook is called:

I Sit Alone 💛

— Trudi

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Moment by moment…
26/05/2026

Moment by moment…

Isn’t it funny what stays with you?Not always the big milestones.Not necessarily the things you thought would define a l...
26/05/2026

Isn’t it funny what stays with you?

Not always the big milestones.
Not necessarily the things you thought would define a life.

Sometimes it’s an entirely ordinary moment that quietly takes root
somewhere deep.

For me, it’s memories of being young and watching people I admired
simply doing what they did well.

Completely in their element. Capable. Certain.
Just getting on with what needed to be done.

At the time, they were just ordinary moments.
Nothing curated. Nothing significant enough to stop and name.
And yet, years later, they remain.

It’s had me thinking about how much of who we become is shaped not just by the big life events… but by the things we quietly witness along the way.

The examples. The work ethic.
The resilience.
The creativity. The care.

We spend so much time thinking about what we’re building in life.
Careers. Homes.
Security. Dreams.
But perhaps we spend less time thinking about what is quietly building us.

And maybe that’s where the real story lives…

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It’s funny how your perspective shifts as life unfolds.When you’re younger, it’s easy to think life is about buildingsom...
24/05/2026

It’s funny how your perspective shifts as life unfolds.

When you’re younger, it’s easy to think life is about building
something.

A career. A home.
Security. Success.
A collection of things that somehow say, look, I made it.

But somewhere along the way, you realise the things aren’t what stay
with you.

The moments do.

Lately, with life feeling a little tender, I’ve found myself thinking
about that a lot.

About being a little girl on a worksite with my dad, watching him move
across roof trusses like it was the most natural thing in the world as he built someone else’s home.

Or watching my mum in the dance studio before class, somehow wrangling a room full of tiny tots with patience I admire. Or sewing costume after costume, production after production, usually long after everyone else had gone to bed.

Those are the things that stay.
Not because of what was being built or created. But because of what they quietly taught me.

Working where I do, I’m reminded often that when life gets stripped
back, people rarely talk about what they owned.

They talk about people. Laughter. Love. Stories. Moments.

And maybe that’s what this poem is really about.

Awakening to what matters.
Reflecting on the life we’re creating.
And gently transforming the way we choose to spend the time we have.

Because maybe a meaningful life isn’t built from the things we gather— but from the moments that quietly gather within us.

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Not every piece begins as finished art.Some begin as words scribbled in notebooks long before I know what they’ll become...
17/05/2026

Not every piece begins as finished art.

Some begin as words scribbled in notebooks long before I know what they’ll become.
This one feels especially relevant right now.

Life has a way of becoming loud.
Heavy.
Complicated.

And in those moments, I find myself coming back to a quieter question:
What actually matters?

Not perfection.
Not productivity.
Not the endless pressure to keep achieving.

But the small things.
The fleeting moments.
The people we love.
The hearts we touch.

This piece has never been transformed into image.
For now, perhaps the words are enough.

Simple Things
From the notebook of Trudi Reid

StrumpA.R.T - Trudi Reid

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Why hello there…nice to meet you! 😉
15/05/2026

Why hello there…nice to meet you! 😉

All roads lead to home 🏡 🩵🤍🩷
10/05/2026

All roads lead to home 🏡 🩵🤍🩷

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