14.75 x 18.75 in.
gouache and graphite on paper.
When we do not know the answer to the burdens we carry, they sit, tangled on our backs. A growing mess of uncertainty, weighing down our decision making abilities. Often, the weight of this mass creates the compulsion for change, unable to sit any longer in the hurt. When we jump, we take flight for a moment into the unknown, but nothing can stay in the air forever. It is the information learned from having to carry that burden that becomes our very feet, our way to land on the ground again; a newly formed knowledge that although we carry mistakes, it is on those memories we learned to walk stronger. The Bearer of Obscurity is this experience in corporeal form, and when we see it flying about, we remember the flight of our own uncertainty.