This collection is meant to be a hazy memory. Something half lost and reconstructed. A recollection of moments coded and arranged on the body.

My Grief.

Grief became me. I intend to analyze moments from the point of my loss up to the present. The time that has passed from then to now is a sliding scale, a lens through which the present me glimpses through. I plan to investigate the layered self, ever present and ever changing versions of me that exist as I move through time, further and further away.

What does it mean to lose? What does it mean to conceal the message? What does it mean to lose the loss?

I aim to represent grief as it is truly: an ever-present entity. The act of concealment refers to the perception of one’s grief by others as well as time’s effect on the grieving self.