Third Leg(i)

Dimensions

34.9 x 49cm

Year

2023

As a person I struggle, but as a woman I drown in an endless pit. For I have lost what makes me a woman, and killed what makes me a mother.

The pursuit of salvation propels my creative journey, a quest to liberate myself from the shackles of societal expectations and the harsh judgments imposed by humanity. Yet I still find myself stuck on a step of self-blame, telling myself just maybe it my fault, just maybe I was the one who pulled the trigger, just maybe if I had stopped, maybe just maybe I wouldn’t have to say maybe or wonder if I could I have spared myself the agony, the void, and the oppressive silence. I’m not seeking the role of a victim, rather I aim to express the emotions that have long been concealed within me. I want to unveil thoughts once dismissed as mere figments of my imagination. Yet, the constant freezes and flinches my body experiences feel like a betrayal, a reminder that I’ve been a victim.