Emerge
2015
Ink, Adobe Illustrator
…it repeats. It is dawn. You teach me how to breathe. Colors blend in harmony, filled with light. It is beginnings, of the first hesitant steps, guided by loving, nurturing hands. A promise of growth, you build me up. I trust you. I am loved.
Empty
2015
Ink, Adobe Illustrator
What happened? It doesn’t feel safe anymore. I am yearning for a touch no longer trusted. What once felt full of light, now feels hollow. I can’t find you. You are there, but it doesn’t feel right.
Breaking
2015
Ink, Adobe Illustrator
Things are beginning to disintegrate. I’m hurting. Why is this happening? This feels so bad. This feels so bad. It is tearing. I can feel it tearing. It hurts.
Break
2015
Ink, Adobe Illustrator
I feel broken. I feel torn apart. My soul feels picked apart by the one who gifted it. I am wounded by someone integral to my entire being. Who am I? To you, it seems I am nothing. Am I nothing?
Regress
2015
Ink, Adobe Illustrator
I’m starting to figure out which parts of my identity are actually mine and which have been shaped by the projections of you. I think I’m okay again, without you. I can start to see the light again. Hey, maybe I’ll be okay. It is nearly dawn. And…