About a year ago, I started the process of a slow and deliberate purge. The spaces I inhabit for my creative work had been overcome by stuff collected for its future usefulness and out of an underlying fear that letting go might also mean forgetting. I continue to push and pull against my tendency to hold on to things out of emotional investment and a belief in potential. But the few recent exchanges in which I've lovingly given something up have left me feeling great, and when someone else seems to benefit from my release, the residual impact is even better.
Vashon Island Ferry, 2017