Fight of Flight
Fight of Flight
When is it time to re-engage in life? What does that return look like? Fight of Flight brings into inspection my struggle with apprehension about re-entering the world after my loss. In many ways, it felt like it would be easier to bury my head in the sand than to reclaim my space in regular life. This series reflects that conflict, drawing on images of black birds to suggest feelings of contradiction. Many of us regard these birds as desperate and lonely, but they are also resourceful and free—wise with memories of a thousand small details from past encounters. These birds symbolizing my need to stretch my wings into the future, even as I am burdened by the lonely actuality of loss. To continue to live, it is impossible to remain stagnant—fighting my way to flight was the only means to move out of the confines of grief, taking my chance on life.