Walking on the longest night, looking inside for what’s to come.
I put on my ritual leaf crown, grabbed a lantern and ventured out in the cold empty streets and alleyways of Montreal. This was a walk I had to do alone. It was a moment I gave myself to thread new paths, going down the darkest routes without any map, open to what I could find around and inside of me. I became more comfortable with some of my fears in the process and discovered a renewed creative flow of ideas.
