We wrap ourselves in shells—some as armor, some out of ignorance.

Then one day, a ship of enlightenment sails your way and rattles the walls you’ve built.

Awareness pulls from the outside, habit tugs from the inside,

and somewhere in between, the soul strains to stay whole.

You keep at it. You endure to the very last pinch, all to shed your old skin and find a new one, ready, in time, to shed again.

This is a series of self portrait exploring the journey.