A meditation on containment.
An exercise in colour and form, a daily discipline through monotone mists of timeless mundanity. Escapism. A lifeline. Desperate days = desperate measures.
I give myself a grided framework. I create space. I locate atolls, distant lands, far horizons. Navigating a new world on paper, in mind, in possibility.
Freedom (of a kind).
The itinerant marks her flight in pencil and pen.