( aka some really eggcelent jpeggs )
our departed dreams, passed potentials, the illusions we lost without meaning to. The uncomfortable truths we lived through.
for my fellow bad eggs, the redemption arcs.
It's a reclamation, a recognition of the pain of learning, the pride in growing. That sometimes knowledge gained is cursed, and that to truly know is to never know for sure. That life is an adventure.
A cracked punk reconnaître expressed in the allure of the uncanny. Blurring the lines between grotesque and growth. A demonstration of the disturbance of truth ( the loss of youth )
Acknowledging that we are human and to err is often the catalyst that sparks change.
Sometimes we heal, sometimes we put those scars on display - sometimes we stomp around trying to break other people's eggs.
Sometimes, if we're lucky, we get too big for our shells.
This project is ongoing. I plan return to it each year
with new eggs and new ways to break them.
Made with AI + Photoshop + Fresco + Love
