Vulnerability
Vulnerability
After the first cold splinters of reality began to break the numbness that dominated the early stages of my grief, I was met by a creeping awareness of life’s impermanence. Vulnerability responds to this preoccupation. As I realized my own helpless mortality, I became exhausted, seeing in everything around me symptoms of peril. To capture that emotional frailty, images of barren trees suggest nerve endings exposed to the danger of the elements. Their skeletal branches extend into the rolling fog and—like a person in mourning—they become muted by their surroundings, shrouded by a cloak of uncertainty.