headspace blog

I know you desperately miss your true form. I know your wings ache from the atrophy of having them folded behind your back for so long. I know you hate to see photos of yourself smiling because you can't see your fangs anymore. You see muddy paw prints as you walk to the bus stop and remember how you used to run wild on all fours through the Carpathian mountains. I know. You were something beautiful.

I just... want you to try and love yourself in this body, too. That's all I want for you. I want you to take your meds and drink plenty of water. I want you to take nice, hot showers. I want you to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and be able to see things about this body that you love. Maybe it's the little scar through your eyebrow or your long eyelashes or your curly hair. I don't know. I don't know you. And I know what I want for you feels damn near impossible a lot of the time, because it feels damn near impossible for myself.

Still, just... you are worthy of love. Try to love yourself. Right here. Right now. Not just because I love you (and I do). But because you're made of stardust, the very fabric of the universe. You're incredible - no matter what form you take.

With love and light and other such bullshit,

others have hurt it enough.

Laura Benson, “In the Center of the Home There is a Tunnel”

The very first statuette of Sophia and the Demiurge that I carved and photographed without any special flair for lighting or scenery, just for memory. In a way, this statue marked a turning point — the moment I decided I wanted to create larger figurines with more intricate details and multiple characters. Designing it this time was effortless and joyful. The concept seemed to assemble itself in my mind. Sophia, whose flowing hair embodies the cosmos and our world, and the Demiurge, being born from her braid, appear to dance a cosmic tango together.