Waiting In the Void: For A Moment of Epiphany

Autumn’s choices left her misunderstood and isolated. She walked with oblivion. She found herself talking to only herself. The burden of knowing and seeing too much at a young age defined her stillness. As I wander my way through the years. Sometimes searching to avoid my mind. Sometimes lost from promises and lies. Sometimes waiting to save me from myself. The restrictions between my solitude life, my inconsistent creativity and my graphic implementation were no longer visible resulting in...