re-invention.

it was the first summer after my mastectomy and i soon realized that the luxary of wearing layers was disappearing. One night in that twilight between wake and sleep i decided, without evaluation, to have a henna drawing placed upon the landscape where my breast had once been. it wasn't an effort to veil the history... but an effort to reinvent my perspective, language and relationship with this fragile yet powerful piece of body realestate.