For a few months now I've been thinking how identity - our identity - feels so much like a landscape in the mist. Something we long for, something we search for. An answer we know it's there somewhere - a landscape -, but can't quite find it - the mist. Maybe my landscape is something so beautiful I can't take it. Or maybe my landscape is just a desert waiting for this - whatever it migth be - to end. I've been searching all my life. To know what my purpose is. To know if there's a purpose at all. Creating is my way of searching. Of becoming.
Landscape in the mist, june of 2018
Sara.
