Minimal


The broad strokes of black represent the veil of privacy that buries what we don’t want to see or what we hope others won’t notice. But the black has cracks and streaks where our truth has begun to seep through. Some of these minute fissures will surely close again regaining that façade of normality. Others are gaps that have no hope of closure and the white shines through. The white is persistent in its desire to be seen. As with the treasures deep within us, it tries in so many ways to come out and make itself known.

We all exist in various stages of disguise and it shifts throughout our lives. Our veils may feel like they protect us but they may in fact limit us. Vulnerability may be the path to feeling the freedom of our truest nature. The choice is one that we each face many times over our lifetimes.