The Secret Self

What began with the discovery of a box of envelopes in my closet became a journey toward my identity as an artist and writer. Physically unburdening myself from the box's contents was just the beginning. More than an archive of lost love, the box's contents catalyzed a cathartic process of letting go.

Through a series of performances, I returned the envelopes' contents to the embrace of Mother Earth — an act symbolizing a rebirth, a return to the elemental source of inspiration, and a connection to the deeper layers of my creative self.

These performances were the descent — the letting go, the long journey into the dark. Time in the underworld was not lost. I gathered evidence, I suffered, but I also learned to accept. What follows is the rising: the empowered ascent back towards the light.

My words were born in the abyss and illuminated themselves as I rose. The book they are becoming the name of what I went down to meet: The Original Wound.