AFTER SLEEP
A bed is the most intimate place humans exist. In this space, we cry, love, laugh, and share the most vulnerable aspects of ourselves more than anywhere else. For some, it resembles not only a place of comfort but also a place ridden of guilt and fear.
Where we dream of both peace and darkness, the folds of fabric molded by our bodies create a life sized journal, a small tale of the hours past; a reminder of how we felt, what was dreamt, and what was realized.
Initially a soft vision that held a place of calm, I began to see patterns, or sometimes lack of pattern, in the sheets. My resting place mirrors and mimics my movements, documenting my life in the fabric of my sheets, in my bed, after sleep.
