‘Trapped in my head are questions.
Years have been spent, pondering, searching….
Agonizing over them.
Tears, sweat, time…..all of me…..
I have spent harboring them
And yet, here I sit, all alone
Just my questions and me
Where, I wonder, were the answers?- Being. (S.K)
The works were an intrinsic quest, dealing with questions of existence and using the bare body to express emotional upheaval. Trying to break away from the shackles of a difficult life- it was about the coming of age of young woman. The pictures were accompanied by text, not poetry but more like scribbles. Being…. was a self-published endeavor.