It was a year of plants

spent inside the formless goo of the cocoon

My senior thesis in college was a series of human portraits juxtaposed with nature. In the lead up to the deadline, I was so knotted with anxiety, I may as well have been a crocheted handbag. The resulting diptychs were stilted and unoriginal, because the weighty expectations of the thesis prevented my pushing through to an interesting perspective. Afte…