I swim from shore to shore.
There is no way out.
I'm drowning.
I'm screaming.
I'm crying.
I'm surrendering.
I'm accepting.
This is where I belong.
I let, with every depth, part of my soul free.
I'm to be the sea.
Immigrant - TuğbaWords by
I collaborated with seven writers to bring their themes of water to my latest body of work. Each creative chose a piece that resonated and wrote the words true to them.
describes herself like this: I write • I paint • I create • I choose • I love. She finds fast-acting relief from slowing down.Tuğba and I met on Substack. When we connected to collaborate, she shared her story with me—much of which you’ll learn in her words above. We talked about how her words came out differently than she anticipated. I shared how that was a common sentiment, and I am thinking about how the ocean was a part of that.
I am finally getting around to attending to this. Thank you so much, Lauren! I loved collaborating with you on this. I’m a massive fan of your work and your words so it was even more special to get the opportunity to work with you. Hug 🖤
Beautiful!