When I booked my flight to Victoria to start my first stint of my Master in Art Education, I desperately searched to arm myself with resources, inspirations, and motivation. I carried with me John Berger’s And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos. This book is more of a collection of poetry, prose, and personal narrative. It was within these pages that I found whole constellations of staggered stars. I saw the beauty and the struggle of a poet and an artist. Somewhere between the covers, I saw sharp glimpses of myself as a dreamer, a wanderer, and a creator of images. This book had space enough for my own scribbled thoughts and sketches. It became a conversation where I found my own voice. It traveled with me that first summer and accompanied me during my next two summers away from home. This conversation was one that I returned to. The voices were familiar, but foreign with every reading and re-reading.