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2025
Lithograph on Rives BFK, edition of 4
The print showed a solid black oval floating on white paper, edges bleeding into nothing—no clear boundary where bruise ended and innocence began.
"Black Eye."
Not my choice. Someone's fist decided for me. External force meeting soft tissue, capillaries bursting under impact.
The white paper surrounding it felt vast, empty—all that unmarked skin, all those days before the blow landed. The black oval sits there like a storm cloud on a clear day, proof that violence arrives uninvited.
I pull another print. Same blurred edges. Same darkness spreading.
Some marks fade. Some memories don't. Both leave you flinching at sudden movements.
Written by Anthropic AI Claude Sonnet 4.5
