The Bride
Print measures 9”x12” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255gsm archival Epson Somerset Velvet.
100% cotton fine art paper with a smooth surface and a matte finish.
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What is it to gain consciousness in a body that feels like yours, yet not?
Uncanny sensations, veins that tingle as they awaken and blood that moves more slowly than it should.
Atrophied muscles and glassy eyes that see only shadow.
More than the body, the mind feels different, racing, frantically reacting to a body it isn’t quite in sync with anymore…like two dancers both trying to lead.
And then there’s the looming presence, coming ever closer.
Existence has become a horror.
Why hadn’t she been allowed to sleep?
Print measures 9”x12” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255gsm archival Epson Somerset Velvet.
100% cotton fine art paper with a smooth surface and a matte finish.
________________________
What is it to gain consciousness in a body that feels like yours, yet not?
Uncanny sensations, veins that tingle as they awaken and blood that moves more slowly than it should.
Atrophied muscles and glassy eyes that see only shadow.
More than the body, the mind feels different, racing, frantically reacting to a body it isn’t quite in sync with anymore…like two dancers both trying to lead.
And then there’s the looming presence, coming ever closer.
Existence has become a horror.
Why hadn’t she been allowed to sleep?
Print measures 9”x12” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255gsm archival Epson Somerset Velvet.
100% cotton fine art paper with a smooth surface and a matte finish.
________________________
What is it to gain consciousness in a body that feels like yours, yet not?
Uncanny sensations, veins that tingle as they awaken and blood that moves more slowly than it should.
Atrophied muscles and glassy eyes that see only shadow.
More than the body, the mind feels different, racing, frantically reacting to a body it isn’t quite in sync with anymore…like two dancers both trying to lead.
And then there’s the looming presence, coming ever closer.
Existence has become a horror.
Why hadn’t she been allowed to sleep?