Sanctuary

Today, I fancied retracing my steps to Atelier Cézanne in Aix-en-Provence.

Guess you can say I’ve felt stuck lately, creatively speaking. Overthinking, doubting, worrying. Instagram as a platform hasn’t helped. I often have a nagging feeling there of not fitting in, not wanting to show up as a talking head in stories, create a curated feed, do the tricks that should in theory make your work seen. I feel it all alienates from the heart that’s beating inside, the unique voice that each of us has. But I continue to show up because of the beautiful people around, and a childlike desire to say, hi, look what I made. 

The window open to the backyard, birdsong providing the soundtrack, spring light flickering through the curtains, lost in its own play too. Almost like touching something eternal for a fleeting moment.

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