The field behind my childhood house was an escape for both me and my sister growing up. Sometimes it felt almost more like home than the actual house did. Although I associate a lot of bad experiences with growing up at the house, the field truly was and is a sacred space for us both. It remains a special place, one of loss, regret, and melancholy, but also of hope, strength, growth, and peace.
Sacred Space, 18 x 24, acrylic on canvas, 2020