This is an ongoing series. It began with me sitting in my car following one of my regularly scheduled Tuesday night therapy sessions. I had been sitting in my car recounting the conversations that I had just had with my therapist. (Her poor ears). I guess I unpacked a lot that night. In that moment, I did not feel like things were resolved of course, but feeling as if I were falling, as if I were in a free fall. No bottom in sight. I noticed this pattern following my meetings with her. It was as if each meeting I peeled a layer of myself off, exposed it, and began to try and decipher, process and understand it all. This is an unfinished series, because I am unfinished. I may never be.
These images will mean different things to each person. I invite you to decipher your own, peel off a layer of your own and fall with it.