Reading Nook

Sometimes, reading can make you feel so small. Small enough to exist at the same time as billions of others in a universe so large it is nearly impossible to comprehend. Small enough to live unobtrusively inside the head of a protagonist. Small enough to curl up in an abandoned bird's nest with your book and beverage. Small enough to slide between the fibres in the fabric of your own sleeve, sliding inexorably closer to the page you wish to inhabit. There is comfort and terror in this smallness, especially when the real world begins to resemble a dystopian novel a little too closely.

This was the first one. This linocut reduction in 2019 sent me on the path that I've followed ever since.