Let there be light: on Sascha’s deformed rib cage on Renee’s last words to her murderer on every human. Let there be light on every human, & if light feels like a blessing, wherever light feels like a blessing, let there be light. Let there be light on every human, & if light feels like… Continue reading Let There Be Light
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Probably about half is missing– large parts of what makes a person, torn off, bloodied and ragged, or atrophied – what would've otherwise formed, but it was the survival years. Everything is stitched up, the damage contained in real time. It does not look nice, but she was a toddler learning to sew and forgetting… Continue reading My best work