blackened honey(b) is bittersweet, but also immensely beautiful.
Charred and burnt.
Beautiful and sweet.
A visual representation of what it’s like to have something good become tainted, yet still be good.
I’ve been bathing in the darkness of myself and searching for the light of salvation. A way out of the ghost of myself, and to a place to nurture my bruised spirit. I sought for the answer to the question that has been haunting me: Who am I?
I have not yet obtained the complete and whole answer, rather, what I have established, are fragments of what I know to be myself and am carefully luring this being into reality to make her tangible.
The woman in these photos is a version of me who I do not fully know. She’s elusive and is incredibly hard to capture because she will not be forced and she loves to hide.
Discovering her caused a massive shift and created a new question: Who is She?
blackened honey(b) is the self who I see in my mind’s eye.
She’s an ethereal being who is shrouded in a mystical aura.
She possesses a gravitational pull which is both enchanting and alluring.
I desperately want to know and embody her.
A complete and whole being who understands herself, knows grace, and unconditional love.