You can take away my job but you can’t take away my soul.
Deep into the 4th month of not being able to work in my studio. Perspective and privilege aside – it’s a motherfucker. But what can I do?
This is out of my control. The stoic redirects focus. Tragically twisted and magnificent all at once. The challenges, the gifts. It’s sometimes difficult to discern one from the other.
I used to think the ultimate human skill was adaptability. More and more I feel it may be trust.