MESSENGERS

She stepped out of the world and into the black. She sat there, in the emptiness. Nothing remained, not even the wind had crossed over with her. There was just darkness - and some of herself; not even her body really, just her - whatever that was. The void was most of her, as the nothingness took over her body, wherever that was. Not many of her thoughts remained, nor memories or plans. Time itself didn't exist there, in the most nothing of places. And when she was the most absolute form of alone and little of her remained connected to the earth or anything in it, through the black, her Messenger came...

There are moments in our darkest places, when we remember what we live for and feel that pull back into life. It's those moments and thoughts that save us, reminding us that we have a future, as hard as it may feel to reach toward. This triptych depicts those dark places and the 'Messengers' we carry with us, our personal patrons of the future. Always there, not always acknowledged.

Portrait with moth and tattoos about depression
Portrait with moth and tattoos about depression