Pain montage series #1

celiacs disease x gluten accident

Beneath the rubble, beside, between, before & after, beyond, exists----

Beneath the rubble

Beyond

Beside you

Between us

Beyond time and circumstance

Beside the world and our own darkness there alongside the light

Before and after

Beginning or the ending 

...Because- despite everything- exists always within and around us--

For us to feel if we tune in. If we accept and are willing to see it alongside and within the cruelty and injustice around us. If, inside us, we are willing to allow its presence and one day accept and one day believe that self- and embracing us all around there exists infinitely....

I listen - as messages cross my path

Liberty Building and Identity

 

Steps to Freedom ?

<<<LIBERTY FALLS SELECTION>>>

 

 

Seeing Liberty Building, Durham city treasure, destroyed - all 2 x 2 blocks

I think of freedom

And it's opposite.

And the forms those take.

 

I think of layers of identity and history and of what this building was to people

I think of the layers of my own identity lost to this illness and finding who I am amidst the rubble. I may be stronger for it, but that does not make it easier.

For Liberty and similarly building being lost to bigger & better and people losing jobs or loved ones or parts of themselves. For them as for us let us LIVE GOOD.

Finding hope or creating hope, others look and hope exists in their gaze

Trees talk to me and I see me: here in this cacophony of vines, there in the main branch's bend, here feel the struggle @ the gloaming

Contradictions foregrounds against the earth & sky: mirror my own conflicting, layered feelings

Torn apart by my body hurting torn too between the stark trees against the cloudless sunset sky and the beauty the world offers in spite of the pain.

How does it feel? beginning the dialogue of this unseen everyday pain I feel, we feel, us like me






harsh, the wind

 

 



Harsh, the light

invisible, pain present day x day x day
xxchronicxx --> every
screaming unseen 

Harsh, my face

 

 

 

 

 

.............Life trajectory...

Overflowing  only the sky feels big enough to contain my pain my awe my sadness my humility





 

 

Tears
 (me*what I carry*world's weight I feel*what comes before joy)

 

 

 

 

How does it feel?
How do I tell you.
My face tells my story for me.