This week has been a full-hearted whirlwindđ.
Looking toward tomorrowâs lockdown, I am holding hope from the feeling of sharing the story behind these words:
âThereâs a room. A box.
Inside this box thereâs a feeling running around.
Itâs a feeling that sprints in and down and twists tight, but itâs also a feeling of what nothingness feels like. So itâs hard to know thereâs a feeling there at all. I catch a hold of what it is. Iâve known its opposite now...So I think I finally understand what this is.
Itâs a feeling that I think...I think people would try to sort it into the word, âlonelyâ.

A word that unravels.
It unwinds. It wonât fit in itâs box. It flutters out and escapes. It flaps its fearful wings through all you know. It roots within, becoming a part of all you know.
With this word as a key that I hold, I see it connect possibilities toward people.
From afar, I feel a part of it. The tug of community linking me back into existence.
Apart, but a part of a whole.
A feeling of wholeness that is indefinite. Whole, without needing to be complete.
When loneliness is voiced, it loses its hold. It moves through to being seen. And loneliness canât turn our insides to isolation when itâs seen in a shared space of thinking and feeling together.â
I donât yet have the full words for the gratitude I feel. It has brought such immense joy to know this phenomenal experience of collaboration after the strain of solo creation. My heart is beaming in thanks to you, @beyondwallstpm@magicalmudge@indritk@callmerewa@limpvvrist@nic.ej.bell@echoaroundtheworld@coleenshirin. Thanks for helping my ideas grow in the company of yours. Thanks for helping this story discover its visual voice đđ±
Thank you TPM, @tangled_arts@torontoartscouncil and @ontarioartscouncil for supporting this project.