t r a n s p i r e

Writing in a virtual journal feels foreign now. I used to do it all the time, and it was a good place for me. But not since May 2018 have I explored a place that is just for me. A whole lifetime has transpired since then it seems. Is that how getting older is?

I sigh in relief, away from any kind of social media journaling. But also thankful I documented there and still will.

A new place to make art is dazzling and fresh - I feel that will fade. But in this moment I am glad to have a place to write thoughts and share visuals that feels secret.

“what lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you”

-R. W. Emerson