A long time ago, when I was still in high school, the English teacher’s son killed himself.
He hung himself from a tree in the back yard, using a dog leash.
There are two things that still stick in my memory all these years.
One, the teacher had trouble acknowledging the truth of what happened. For a long time, she stayed in denial. She insisted it must have been an “accident”, because she couldn’t accept the fact that he had been suffering enough to make this kind of choice.
Everyone else in the community knew the truth of it, and they were sad and shocked and confused (and whatever […]
I made this picture to match how I felt.
Somewhere between light and dark,
simplicity and complexity,
serenity and desperation,
beauty and a bloody mess.
I’m the one with her eyes closed.
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