Words have been failing me, again.
I’ve been trying so hard to muster up something: to try to put it all into language with meaning, with authenticity. But sometimes quietness just seems a lot more honest than words.
The truth is that I’ve been a worried wreck lately.
Continue reading “Resisting hibernation”
In the rush of finals and the Christmas holidays, I had hardly any time for new projects this month. My work is still not where I want it to be – transferring ideas from my mind to paper and canvas isn’t easy. Continue reading “December projects”
You know when you read a book and it puts into words something that you’ve been trying to piece together for a long time?
Continue reading “Maybe we aren’t here to be comfortable”
I’m the kind of person that furiously writes down everything because I’m scared of losing memories.
And my twentieth year inspired a lot, a lot, of words.
Continue reading “Twenty, you were good to me”
These past few years, I’ve been unable to plant roots at a church home in Wheaton. I knew I was subconsciously looking for a replica of my home church back in Seattle, that my expectations were much too high, but I just couldn’t help it. Continue reading “Learning to go slowly: on prayer and a community art project”
SARAH KACZKA | ARTIST STATEMENT
My journey towards community art has been a gradual, humbling one.
Initially, my interest in creating art stemmed from an overwhelming need for self-expression and desire to be heard, as a means for disposing excess and confusing internal energy. Continue reading “September projects & artist statement”
These past few months have been a lot. More than I know what to do with. In both wonderful and difficult ways. Continue reading “It’s finally, finally autumn, and my heart is really happy about it”
we often ask each other where home is:
our place of refuge, what feels like confident strides,
like well-loved blankets, like familiarity.
i never quite know what to say.
Continue reading “This is hard, this is good”
Many hours of traveling later, I’m back in the states, and it all feels a little surreal, being back in San Francisco again. I knew transitioning would be difficult, I know culture shock is real, and that there’s nothing that can really prepare you for leaving one place and arriving in another.
Continue reading “How do we stay? How do we leave? Musings from the head space I’ve been in lately”
Bringing back an old blog post from nearly a year ago, because it still rings so very true, and is still so painfully relevant, especially as I’m realizing that I only have a few more weeks left here in London.
Continue reading “A pocket that can hold the whole universe”