SOLITUDE | where desert touches riverbed
There is an solitude in life that is common and intimate for many. I find it in the wonder of my surroundings, and in the simple act of living. I know what this isolation is like, this feeling of empty rooms, empty landscapes. I drift through as a resident of loneliness. Carrying raw, crushing feelings, and wishing I could lose myself until they diminished.
But loneliness is a very special place. It drives me to consider the larger questions of what it is to be alive. Creative gains can usually be made more effectively in solitude. Progress comes out of loneliness.
I pushed myself to find my limits of solitude in this place where pines meets grasslands, desert touches riverbed. It’s the edge where societies and animals interact, that space between who we are and who we appear to be, the void between reality and concept, the definite and the obscure. This landscape, its cycles of inhabitants and plants, the drastic seasons, the harshness and frailty, is constantly changing over time. Here, a journey of self-discovery and self-expression took place. The process by which I chose to explore and connect with the environment around me.