Can(n)ibal

Something in me insists on darkening these images, deepening them, pulling them toward shadow. I don’t fully understand the impulse—only that it feels necessary, as if some hidden part of me is asking to be revealed.

Caliban’s words echo as I work, steady and strange: Be not afeared. His presence reminds me that darkness is not always a threat; sometimes it is an invitation.

As I sink the cliffs into blackness, I’m touching the edges of my own inner weather—those tempests I’ve sidestepped, the questions I’ve carried without form. This work becomes a conversation with what I’ve avoided: a quiet, unsettling, unexpectedly freeing alchemy.

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