In 2011, I took part in a self-portrait challenge, where I took one self portrait a week for 52 weeks. On a whim, I began it again for 2021… I didn’t realise I would be documenting the year my marriage ended. It started well but slowly and surely ended up being the most difficult and heart-breaking year of my life!
How the heck am I feeling? Why is it that every time this prompt pops up I’m always in a bit of a disjoint?
I’m feeling like I’m in-between. A limbo of sorts. Half way between myself and someone I used to be.
The uncertainty is spectacularly unnerving.
