Moving through space and time, seeking rest in another time zone, and entering a cloistered life. A stiff twin bed tucked into a simple attic space pushes the shift in my reality. Life simplified to basic elements of shelter, food and exploration of my own art tinged with the practical doer while mixing in an undercurrent of a designers’ logic.
I will slip into a time of self, sleeping alone, eating in a group at the evening meal, food I do not control or influence. Then rise the next morning to begin again the work of yesterday. Walking a path thousands of miles distant, documented with photos.
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