Sometimes, the void is vast and shapeless and threatens to eat everything around it. And what remains, as if struck by a tremendous gale, is shaken. And agitated, it shrinks, overwhelmed by that immense force.
Some parts break and spread in the wind. Even what remains cannot always regain its original shape and is left stooped over, frail as a result.
You don’t always see the end of the storm.
February 2023, Colored pencils and thread on paper, 11 in x 14 in
Beatriz Alonso Carvajales 