“I think about my time at Haystack everyday since I've been home.

I think about moments of solace and reflection.

Swimming in the ocean, the shell-shard-sand that looked like little landscapes in slabs of stone.

Nights in the studio, the sound of rain.

The leaves of the trees illuminated through the windows by the light of the studio.

My hands stained blue.

Shifting skies. Fireflies in the tall grass on the trail to the water.

Feeling scared and then the feeling when it leaves you.

My darkness turning to light.”