Maria Serena Perrone

This piece . . . took form when I returned from a recent trip to Sicily. It was the first time in many years that I had been there on my own, without a friend or a partner, who often served as buffers between myself and the painful aspects of the place, my family home, and particular people that inhabit it. . . . I felt lost and terribly alone. A place that I considered home also felt cruel, my feelings towards the place shifting constantly. The beauty of the place only made the pain worse, as I retraced footsteps I had tread over the previous years of my life.