Anna Reed

I have spent years becoming a well-oiled, managing machine. I prided myself on being able to juggle several tasks, maneuver tricky situations, and maintain control over everything. But I lost control of myself. This image is a representation of the suppressed anxieties I found when I finally ventured inside. Below my need for control were emerging, near dormant, fears creeping slowly then in full force. The more introspective I became the more I felt that I was being run over by my inner world. I was exploding from the inside out. Trying to stop it felt like trying to stop a train. In the search to become whole the illusion must shatter.