It reckons with the inability to get inside her mind. It explores the relentless, endless, trudge into unknown territory.  

It whispers of time running out and the endless search for direction.  It grapples with her inability to take flight and be independent.

It depicts the ripple affect the disability has on those around her as we try with all our vigor to lighten her load. The process is painful & frustrating.  I find myself fraught with anxiety and worry despite knowing in reality it is HER BATTLE, not mine.   I attempt to capture not only the struggle but the beauty that exudes from being challenged with difference.  The strength, perseverance, and wonder I have come to know.

My daughter’s struggle touches all of us and makes us better people. 

It is both a gift and a curse.