You Know My Name

Imbalanced posture. Hunched over. Head agonizingly thrown back.We find this figure at a point of anguish, sorrow, repentance. Representation of what man has done with the gift of life, singularly or as a global collective. Built from the bottom up with structured facets, becoming distorted as your gaze shifts upward - harsher, rougher, becoming less cohesive and more chaotic. Deep striations representative of pain, remorse, agony. Two large wounds on the upper back suggest self-flagellation or potentially the dramatic removal of wings. What would an angel feel after being cast down from heaven? Why look ever upwards towards God, yet cover the eyes with the hands? Shame? Guilt? Unworthiness? What would a person feel after recognizing a life squandered when once filed with so much promise? The gift of life has been treated as anything but a gift. We find this figure frozen in a moment - the singular instant when this recognition sets in. 100% overcome with a negative yet completely pure and honest recognition of choice or circumstance, wholly understood and wholly felt without so much as a sliver of emotional space for any other thought.