Sloane Hartwell

Battling the feeling of being trapped within vastness and excessiveness. Untouched land that has been manipulated, parameters around hundreds of acres, white walls, treatment centers, epidemic loneliness, dead hair that grows - all aspects that play the same part in that empty feeling. Everywhere I go, there I am. Voluntary imprisonment, within myself, within the system, within the societal pressures of surviving. My inability to escape the very things I love and hate, the things that cause the tug of war inside of myself. Themes and ideas that stretch far beyond my scope, however, the impact of these ideas pose threat to my existence and ability to move forward. So I create.