Walking Between Rain Drops

At a gallery workshop at ICP last month, I was told that I should consider continuing my "Egress" series. When I started that project what really interested me was how, when I'm traveling, as a passenger in a car, in a train or plane - to stare out the window gave me time to go somewhere else in my thoughts. It was a block of pure reverie. And so I was neither here nor there - both in my mind as well as literally. I was in-between.

It's a familiar place for me. I think being in-between gives me space to imagine what could be. It stokes my desire for magical happenings. It opens up worlds of possibilities. Which I think is lovely. I dread giving that up. I wonder if that's ultimately, finally what growing up means - you must be here. Or stay there. But not in-between.

Anyway - if I'm to continue this series I'll need to get underneath what it ultimately means.