Abandonment captures a face in a quiet, aching moment—an expression of longing, of being bound to a shadow self. It captures fragments that shape us. Can we hold empathy for shadows? Along with this work, I’ve also started to freewrite, to help me release words or subconscious ideas I felt while making this artwork:

Abandonment

one eye fixed
one eye void
this one l__o__o__k__i__n__g
that one binds

c o s m i c . . . g a z e
through the needl_e

ripping thin, i follow ey_e

boundless backstitches bast_e
a shadow shaped selvag_e,

what a wrought tea bag
i feared to b_e

abandonmen________________________t

not of body,
but of shado_w

i walk with wings,
sewn in light
changing form over surface_s

turning edges under raw
finding there,
persistent part_s

unfolded frame
in_separable

not from enemy,
burden, or blam_e

gaining bones,
full of fligh_t

eyes merge,
hole_s at hand,

a shadow wove into woman