win so fast
I’m saying goodbye in my own language, letting the art carry the full weight of it instead of my voice.
I used materials in a way that feels tender but torn. I’m trying to hold the pieces of something broken.
It visually whispers more than shouts.
My healing is beginning to outweigh the wound.
I created something that could be held, weighed, felt in your hand…
My intention was to create a visual artifact from our time together, a beautiful goodbye.
I was hurt. I transformed it into beauty.
It comes from the heart first and the intellect second.
Threshold - A digital overlay of a bedsheet and a spreadsheet’s “Find/Replace” function evokes the quiet desperation of seeking change while clinging to the familiar. A breath is held, suspended between naming and release.
“So you're waiting on the coastline
Waiting for the right sign
Waiting for the opportunity to hit you right
So put me in a line
Add another line
Soon you'll have a box
And you can put me inside”
Outtake
“And what do I do with all these letters
That I wrote to myself
But cannot address?”
Signal - A self-portrait in golden light captures the decisive moment of emergence, dressed in a yellow dress and flooded with nearly white sky. Love is on her mind again.
Catherine Feeny - The Shape You’re In
“You call me loaded
Singing in the phone”
Loop - A soft water horizon mirrors the liminal drift of dissociation and emotional rehearsal. A faint search bar hovers above the surface, asking quietly, again and again.
“Give it time, write some letters
Give it time, you'll feel better
Soon I will fade from your mind”
Clarity - Layered Photoshop UI floats beneath a blue sky, suggesting that even transformation is a process requiring tools. A stitched edge of “fabric” presses memory into transparency.
Crosby, Stills, & Nash - See the Changes
“And it gets harder as you get older
Farther away as you get closer”
26 - A single feather floats in sky-blue space, overlaid with “weighing options.” The number 26, once tied to vows and burden, is reclaimed here as a symbol of balance, communication, and right-timed release.
“All I know is somthing like a bird
Within her sang
All I know she sang a little while
And then flew on”
Mend - Two birds perch on a line—one present, one fading. The distance between them is stitched not with certainty, but with grace.
The Avett Brothers - I Wish I Was
“I'm not a song
I am not a sweater
I'm not a fire
I am something better
I'm a man in love writing you a letter
Will you take it
Will you keep it
Will you read it
Believe it
I love you
I'm sorry”
Render - A pure bluebird sky holds a migrating flock, captured on a day of awe. Its manipulated twin overlays domestic scars and adds two birds, removes others—rendering love imperfect, but still possible.
“When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align”
Penultimate - A quiet portrait veiled in digital moonlight and a whispered meme: “Get in, loser—we’re healing and falling in love with life again.” Held in soft light and old roses, this is a moment of gratitude for love past, and for the permission to let it go.
“I don't know why red fades before blue
It just does”