monday; 11.16.2020

7:45am

the freedom and space to be as soft as i want to be. to be as delicate, careful and intentional as my heart desires. contrasting my loud demeanor, my photographs represent the space in which i retreat to when everything becomes too loud, overwhelming, much. how often are Black women afforded the opportunity to simply exist? how often am *i* given the space to feel all my emotions with no limitations? how often can i be uncensored and still beloved? when is grace extended to me?

i'm dreaming of a place that is soft and beautiful and quiet and free. this dream world is open to every version of me to recharge and catch their breath. there is no rat race in this dream space. this space, which i refer to as "my home" can be accessed simply by sitting still and watching how the light dances through a space. every time your mind wanders to a still place, you have found "my home"