“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern."

― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

For many people during 2020, the sanctuary of home has felt something more of a cage. We’ve been locked away from each other for the safety of our collective health during the ongoing pandemic. This physical situation lent for me a reflection (— much time for reflection,) on the spaces between us. The steel walls are cage-like and permeable. The walls offer fortification, but no comfort. This work isn’t an offer to you as a feeling of isolation and hopelessness, but instead a reflection on time spent “sheltering in place”, with a light, psychedelic feel. Home feels different right now, but the light comes in chinks of hope as we hold strong together.