Amanda Sandlin

Some thoughts on creative block, grief, and my residency in Norway. Swipe to read. 👉

This post wouldn’t be complete without mentioning the incredible humans I met along the way. Thank you Andrea Holm for being our lovely, insightful host, Havard for creating this space, and all the other artists for showing up every day with care and curiosity, Brazilian liquor and maple syrup. ❤️

the Arctic Hideaway Fleinvær

Kiesto Ceramics
Elizabeth Lopez
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Maria Takeuchi aka ÉMU
insomniac hotel

I desperately attempt to drag answers out of myself and I’m just too damn tired for it. So like the earth I will get quiet and let the empty breathe.

Day 12/100

We fly toward the dark and I feel different than before. Shadows creep in hard angles across the wing, edges aglow in the color of papaya I ate from a ziplock this morning while dripping in salt water. A seed of self belief nestles under my ribs, I can feel it. It feels right to be going. It feels good to feel small. 3/100 Days of Seeing