returning to galleries has been special. on the big adventure they became sanctuaries for me in the midst of my running from or trying to make sense of things I didn’t quite understand. revisiting this pastime on which I leant so much for distraction and escape has reminded me once more of the importance of worlds beyond the real one in which I live.
today I ran into a painting I’ve known since before I could speak - a print of which hangs in the blue room of my grandparents’ home, in which I’ve set many times. I thought of my brothers and home when I saw it, a moment that felt somewhat surreal for reasons I don’t quite understand.
I’m heading home now - back to the world I know. <<
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