It’s been just over three months since I moved my desk off a porch. A porch that was surrounded by rainforest trees and blanketed by the sounds of insects within the safe compounds of a creative residency. A space where it was safe to create and just be.
I moved to a standing desk behind blackout curtains, where I remained as I completed the rest of the design, layout and edits of Plates, Vol.4: Seeds.
A few days ago, I cleared a small foldable table (where laundry and un-/half-read copies of The New Yorker were piled). A wooden Ikea table big enough to hold a laptop and a mouse, but not quite spacious enough to safely place a beverage beyond spillage trajectory.
I moved the table to this small balcony where I’m writing from now. In hopes of, well, creating a small pocket, a change of scenery, if you will, until I can move again.
Wherever you are in this moment, I hope you are able to create a safe space, be it physically or mentally, for yourself to just be.
This week, I’m
working on: creating space
reading: ‘The New Yorker’ | Issue: June 14, 2021
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Dee May, I always really like the "from" in your titles, such an engaging approach. This makeshift desk on the balcony seems a very good idea to cope with the situation. I'm so sorry to hear how awful things are, for the forseeable future, but I do appreciate knowing your reality. M xx