Description
I made this after feeling like there was nothing left of me. Caring for my mother through her dementia stripped away layers I didn’t know I had—patience, energy, even identity. I was present, but only in pieces.
The bright colors may catch your eye first, but look closer—there’s exhaustion hiding under every surface. The mouth is open, not to speak, but to survive. The birds feel like the demands I kept feeding them, even when empty. This is what it felt like to hold someone else’s world together while mine slowly caved in.
