to travel_

since it was first instructed to ‘shelter in place’, i’ve been working from my studio/   in truth, i’ve felt like i’m living between two layers of transparent plastic sheets, compressed together without the space to breath, move, or think/  i had to go through a process of self-reinforcement to ‘unlock’, so to speak/   i did so by casting open my studio door and windows, inviting in waves of fresh air and natural daylight/   two months down the line, i still experience feelings of uncertainty, displacement, and vulnerability/⠀
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every now and then, i leave my 30m2 shelter to embark on a walk/   whether that be outdoors, to the garden, or merely to the kitchen or toilet/   in each instance, when exiting the shelter of my studio, i slip into another pair of shoes, jacket, or vest, that i’ve lined up outside my door/   at first, the regularity of these garmentry shifts felt strange/   but over time, it’s helped me to maintain a sense of transformation, and, most crucially, an experience of travel, despite my increasingly closed-in parameters/   in donning a different jacket, i’m transported elsewhere––to a different state of mind, physicality, or motive/   i’m able to travel despite enduring travel bans(question mark)/   albeit, for now, to comparably introspective destinations/
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here pictured, is my studio/   or rather, a constructed safe space within it, made up of souvenirs from said travels to a far off land: my garden/⠀
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