The Huddle

My period being homeless was to say the least a turbulent one. Often days, I was desperately trying to get away, to hide from the harsh world out there. Many of us flee, to warmer places, into substance, we disassociate. We all try to work our way out of it and the truth is, it’s a lucky shot. Luck and help from our environments are the only things distinguishing the ones who get out from te ones who don’t. But whatever the case, every once in a while, you’ll feel the urge to disappear from the world.

“The Huddle”, 2024
Acrylic on canvas board, 25x25cm