S U Z E   A D A M S


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.


©Suze Adams 2021