Project Paper Birds

This was a drawing I did the late fall of my junior year of college. I found I was having a lot of mood swings, not just then, but since I had ‘remembered’. I would alternate a lot between a deep sadness and a fiery anger. But the feelings themselves seemed to transcend those words. I wasn’t just sad, I was grieving what had happened in the past, the hurt compiling in the present, who I could’ve been, etc. And I wasn’t just angry, either. I was filled with rage. It felt violent and hot and reckless.

I recently watched the show Midnight Mass on Netflix. There’s a scene where a girl who had been paralyzed accidentally from an ostracized member of the town  confronts him years later after being miraculously ‘healed’. It was a beautiful, raw, powerful depiction of what rage and grief feel like with trauma, especially when that trauma was inflicted by someone else, intentional or not. I ended up pausing the show to cry because of just how much  it hit the nail on the head (I’ll include the clip at the end).

Clipe from midnight Mass: “You Reached through time”