Content: (small note on bottom: to be read last line to first line) Movement forward sometimes lost in the unknown... Emerging from the shadows of my own making creates light. Working in reverse, starting from the known feeling, moving through the parts... all the parts I think are dispossessed of me. Yet they are not. They have just been silent <3 I've kept them bound. Kept them voiceless. They are worthy.

Lost Journal Pages made for the Brooklyn Art Library Sketchbook Project: I spent part of the pandemic and beyond working with pen, ink, paper, and watercolor within my journal. When finished, I scanned it, put it into a priority mail envelope, and mailed it to the organization. It never arrived, and when my project never showed in their inventory list, I dug out the scanned files to send to them. This is one of the pages from that lost journal (destroyed, stolen, lost?). Available only as a print upon request.