Shattered Dreams: feeling tramped alone and slient. No one can save you, you feel as if the world, you once knew is falling away. You are going deeper and deeper into a black hole. Last Easter my arm got broken and my Shattered Dreams, or somewhat nigh

In a way the entrapment and shattered bones I had, were somewhat beautiful. The x-rays were fascinating to me. That something so important, so perfect, had been turned into these mesmerising fragmentaions of what once was. the moment itself was so minute, so sudden and yet it created such a catastrophic and powerful impact.

How could one split second be both the possiblity of the end and beginning of me? My Shattered Dreams changed my life forever. It gave me my collection as you see it today, yet it stole from me the freedom I once knew.

When I look at the aftermath, the scars engraved into my flesh, all i see is what could have been and what is yet to come. When you look at Shattered Dreams I hope you see the good, the bad and the ugly. Opening your eyes into a fragment of my story: the depth of the darkness I once was confined by.... my Shattered Dreams.