Healing Arts

The past is a story I tell myself.  Illustrated with a set of photos in an album. Sound bytes and sensations, strung together to weave a fabric for my imagination.

These stories, de-construct and re-construct, with each new experience.

Some dots join visibly, while others are silent, still.

Invisible.

As the image forms, the story changes, evolves.

Who I am also changes with the stories of my past.

The future will never find me.