24/09/2026
There are some nights that are difficult to photograph. I can take pictures of the lights, my Hope tree, the wonderful people on stage and in the audience. I can photograph it right before it fills, or once everyone has gone home. But there are always parts of the night that will fail to be captured.
Like:
• the moment the curtains opened and I realized, “omg, this thing I imagined actually exists”
• the people who toiled day and night to help me build this world, fading into the backstage area, away from all the light and applause
• the beautiful feeling of looking out into a room full of people, and for a little while, feeling like we’re all part of the same story
• the joy of creating and sharing magic through music
So here is a piece of my Dear Hope, whatever I could capture, and whatever I could express alongside, to fill in the blanks.
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Dear Hope ♡
A Live Concert by Ipsitaa
