A Bright Blue Cotton Dress
Scrolling book; silkscreened images on and in plastic 

she did not know she was falling apart as her thoughts unraveled and twisted themselves into a tangle of confusion like that of a thousand spools of unwound thread  /  desperately she cried out for a savior as she was swallowed by the black sea of depression, unable to grasp the hands that reached out to her  /  paranoia played her like a puppet depleting her soul of love and trust leaving only a shell, a hollow void where the stranger that I did not recognize and could not love, came to reside  /  anxiety was the air in her lungs and the only thing with her as she took her last breath  /  like a bright blue cotton dress washed to an empty grays he slowly faded and disappeared