Sanctuary. I find it in the pages of my journals. Between the covers of a book. The flickering images on a screen of light and shadow, an old film. When I am surrounded by trees. Deep under mounds of blankets nestled in my bed. In the arms of my best friend.
Each of my journal pages is my safe place. My sanctuary of expression, experimentation, documentation, unraveling, thought and space. My place where I can simply be.