So much time wasted trying to give hope to the hopeless, succeeding in failures and trying to add depth to two dimensional lives. All cardboard cut outs positioned in a diorama that only invites insects for movement, remembering then there is no life. And standing still, I am resurrected into my hope, drawn up and floating just right above the box. Given the gift of vision to rise just enough to see, just enough that the light washes the darkness below me now. The world outside this self chose... more »