8x8" archival print on watercolor paper. 

Created in mid-2020, during the height of the pandemic. I held my head high for months, took every twist and turn like a champ, and tried not to worry, but it finally got to me. I felt defeated. I began thinking about strength. The word and the meaning both empower me and suffocate me all at the same time. I found my version of strong meant being toxic to myself and in 2020 I found myself falling back in those bad habits. That's when this piece was born. There is strength in yielding to our demons, and sometimes the shadows are what saves us.