When you are dissipated you can't hold yourself solid. You're there, like water. Like muddy water. You can't swim and you can't see. You have to imagine a lifeboat and try to get on it, as your life depends on it.

When the boat never comes you have to sort through the spiral. You look into the eye. And you sit tight, waiting for your judgment.

This is a work about trauma. Is a work about a journey that never ends. Each layer depicts a state of mind, a chance for a voice to be heard.

For all the girls who don't have a name.

"As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying Is an art, like everything else. " excerpt from Lady Lazarus, by Sylvia Plath