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In 2008 I experienced a period of overwhelming grief
and an inexplicable sadness. Something had died inside of me.
Some people call this type of grief a
derivation of 'Saturn's Return' or a 'midlife
crisis'. I however will not belittle my experience with an
explanation and will instead hold onto its occurrence with a
greater capacity. The declaration of 'Cry' as a piece of
art thrusts my grief to realness and is a monument to the real
horrors of
an existential birthing.
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