For CW, as part of a series of collaborative works.
It�s the little deaths I dread most. Those thoughtless or heartless words, the shouting, the anger. Judgment without knowledge, understanding, or empathy. It�s the betrayals. It�s the people I love and then lose, who abandon me or die, and I know life will never be the same again. It�s the deaths of dreams, soul, joys, self-hood, art, and nature within my own heart I dread most. It�s having to start over and over and over again and it feels like starting over will never end, until it finally does.
This image is in my "Healing" series/gallery.