A symptom of the universe

Losing my father at 20 years old I found that my eyes were opened overnight. To my vulnerability. To my insulated reality. To my naivety. To Something or Someone else bigger than me, much bigger than me. As the years passed I gathered in my grief, encapsulating it into a little visited part of myself until it would spill over into anxiety and finally depression. Tears seldom came. Now, much later in life, I am visualising this grief and giving it a reason to dispel itself. Always a work in progress what follows are images that speak to the sometimes meaningless of life and definitely the shortness of it. The work continues both here and on my self.