The word felt powerful as it held such control over the memories and their emotions. A ‘heavy’ word, “ would held such power in court” was said at a certain point in time.
“I saw my mother’s broken face, this word was later said. All the rest hidden away never to be mentioned again. And I remember vividly, how a body fights to hold on to its boundaries, how it fails at times, and when it needs help.”
A broken face, where does the ‘I’ exist when such a trespass occurs. The boundaries of flesh and skin unrecognisable. Skin regains its shape, flesh is again hidden away on the inside, but in between, where does the ‘I’ exist?
This is and invitation to look, or to not “look away”.
Acrylics and ink on canvas