One of the many houses I've lived in. My tiny room, where I could lay across the floor and touch opposite walls became a sanctuary in a town I didn't belong in. Eventually I grew into a new sense of freedom and strength concerning who I was in spite of my deleterious social environment. Shortly after, we moved away. Time and experiences have created a distance. Another lifetime. A dream. This impromptu visit was partly fueled by nostalgia and partly wishing the house, imbued with magic, could fling me back into impervious fortitude. 

Polaroid, ink, transparency paper, clear nail polish.