Each of us have moments that slip past us.  Moments that we are not fully present in.  I see my life becoming an accumulation of these.  I am just skimming by on the surface of life, not allowing myself to dive deeper into each experience that I face.  I move through time at a distance.  The distance keeps me safe from experiencing pain, but also does not allow me to feel true joy.  

These images show this disconnect from the world around me.  I show a figure, whose innocence is shown by a white dress, surrounded by a place that is abandoned.  The setting represents my place in the world.  By never fully being present and experiencing the moment, I imprison myself in a place of solitude.  A place I don’t feel that I belong, but the more I am there the more comfortable it becomes.  I vary my positions to show my different feelings about being there.  From sitting; trying to protect my vulnerability, to laying in an almost sacrificial way; to show my submission.  

These 2-D pieces of metal express something I cannot release any other way.  They take the complexity of my self and put it into something tangible, something that sums up what hundreds of pages in a journal only begin to capture.