I’m going to be honest with you, and don’t hate me for it, but I don’t really like Sabrina Ward Harrison’s work on face value. However, I have two of her books at home and ‘Spilling Open: The Art of Becoming yourself’ is probably the most frequently flicked through book I have. She has a way with words, to say the least and they’re the kind of words that you can’t help but be sucked in and enchanted by. I wish there was a single profound quote I could pluck from her book so you could see exactly what I mean but the beauty of it is that the whole thing is one long bundle of profoundness.
Whenever i’m feeling a little meek or a little rainy I turn to it, my crayon bible. Her words, and the way their semi-clichéd truths are disguised in bright bold patterns, lines and shapes, make believing in them OK. I’m not one for soul-searching, female-empowering writing normally, it always makes me cringe a little, but for whatever reason Harrison allows me a little light relief from my stubbornness.
I’m not sure what she’s doing in the way of new work at the moment and I’m not sure I’ll go in search of it. For now I’m happy in my little Sabrina bubble and she will remain my imaginary agony aunt for the foreseeable future.