On Sacred Places

Two Artist Dates to two different sacred places. There really isn't a lot I can say. Sacred, for me, has always been this indescribable feeling that comes from vastness and history that wells up in your core and takes you out of yourself in a way that's hard to comprehend. I have a lot in San Antonio-It's the missions and La Villita and Hemisphere Park and the walkways near the riverwalk and it's the Blanco River and the abandoned buildings in Elmendorf. It's the places where I can feel the beating heart of life and makes me so empty and small. I haven't yet found something quite like that in Seguin.

The two spaces I found came close. Every library is sacred to me almost by default: it's in my soul as a storyteller, and it comes with such a profound sense of legacy; a pervading wonder and wanderlust that can only be inspired by other people and the lives you don't get to live.

The garden I found was different. It wasn't sacred because of spirit or heart but because of serenity. That little scrap of nature the proceeded heedless of the bustle around it, that was sacred. It was very much outside of me and it calmed me down for a little while.

I do realize why finding these places are important. I'm always so motivated to do something after I visit them, and that's very important to an artist. It's very important to me. It's like a temporal reminder that I'm not going to be around forever, and I need to leave a mark on this world before I leave it.