The canvas and paper where my sanctuary. Amidst the struggle of addiction and suffering of a fragmented mind, they held space for me to connect with unconscious feelings. In the presence of a blank canvas, what was unknown become known. Each stroke of color and mark of charcoal allowed me to communicate unfiltered emotions. Being present with a durational process creates space for the inner voice to be heard. And within this liberation from expectation, a profound truth emerged, as the paper became a mirror reflecting the depths of my being.