I met Derek Haffar at the Museum of Arts and Design during one of his Artist Studio hours last year. He was working on reconfigured, fragmented or broken castings of people. I walked in and convinced him to mask me.
I began to starve myself to death, and with an experience of sickness that infiltrated into every fiber of my physical, mental and spiritual being. 'What is sin' and 'what does it mean to be a sinner' became intensely personal questions for me.
This was the Summer of the Broken and now Labor Day marks its official end. If the universe was sending me a message -- and I believe she was -- it is that I cannot forever ignore the sagging, splintered pieces of my life's machinery.