One weekend afternoon, I began to weep, it swept over my body like a fire. I was crying. Crying for a young student; who’d shared their trauma they was suffering with. Struggling to live and hunted by memories. I wanted to cover them in motherly love and comfort. Unable to do that here, I was crying for all the hard truths this young soul would have to overcome, the love and care she needed. I cried for all my own trauma as they reared their ugly heads. My painful wounds pontificating like they’d never been tamed. The miles of healing paved by tears and the women I’ve known. How their hardships shaped their resilience, the beauty and fantasy in the aftermath of their healing.
This series of portraits conceptually looks to explore identity and self-worth. What is gained when loss and hurt occurs?