The number three has a remarkable place in my life. Three have been our embryos, all with their differences, different possibilities, and possible statistics. Essentially just a handful of cells so similar to each other. And so comparable in the dreams and illusions that all they cause in us. What are those differences, if not nuances, of life?
There is still pain and emptiness, although some hope, tiny but thankfully visible, stands apart from the rest.
March 2023, Colored pencils and thread on paper, 11 in x 14 in
Beatriz Alonso Carvajales 