Writings, 2025
The ‘Other’ Place
I have always wanted to be somewhere ‘else.’
An ‘other’ place, where I could hide away and imagine.
My bedroom was up on the fifth floor in a tall house on a 1980’s estate. The buildings all much of the same sameness, the look of suburban respectability.
I was not quite in the attic, but I had a skylight, a gateway up to the sky, me hovering above the neighbour’s treetops.
School and bank holiday weekends I would race up to the top of cottages, old castle ruins, climbing frames. Up, up, up, let me float up away from the ground. Let me visit the ‘other’ place again.
Zoë Catherine Art 