Katie Cooper

My “Self” as I have experienced it, is fragmented without reconciliation.Apprehended and adopted into hands of strangers, the primal bond with Mother (in its own tainted unholiness) has been permanently severed. Grieving profound loss with lives unlived, I wander in exile within a Ghost Kingdom.My Being is one of illusion. My existence, questioned:Who Am I - if I, indeed, “AM”?Am I free? Or am I a prisoner of my own blood? What does it even mean to Be - and be free?My work is simply a cry and praise - evidence of my validity in a world appearing to attempt annihilation of my invalid Self. I wrestle with rebellion and peace as I meet each ghost through the meta/physical marks that the primal wound has imprinted within me.