On the Eve of Her Kickstarter Campaign Launch

There is a photographic work in Event Horizon with this name, though this picture is not it.

Depicted above are the internal emotions of launching a book. More so: a photographic display of trepidation and vulnerability amidst the vastness of the world outside of selfhood. To make it worse, I’m doing it twice: one to crowdfund preorders, then it’ll launch a second time when it’s published (sent to Kickstarter Backers first, of course!).

Exposed.

This is also a picture that speaks to the spaghettified strands that make Event Horizon one story, one woman. Bound Andromeda on the rock of a Greek island, filled with fear of the future as scripted by the gods (Andromeda was made an offer to the sea monster Cetus thanks to parental legacy: a legacy of her father (decision to sacrifice Andromeda to appease the gods) and her mother (her words of Andromeda’s beauty caused the gods’ wrath).

Where are your chains, Andromeda, that you say bind you? They are made up; they are not your own. Except perhaps for the ones you carry in your DNA, chains that tell stories that carry weight. One Andromeda feared the sea monster, another fears being a woman turned to stone, a star collapsed. What remains after this moment of keeping it all inside, besides entrapment?

Better to free it.

Plus, it puts on such a pretty show in the process. Ever see a star explode?

Here we go!

Xox

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