James Diaz
These pieces quite literally explore pieces: of body, mind, heart, following the aftermath/glow of trauma, abuse, poverty, hope, and eventual healing. They were created in an attempt to heal and deal with aspects of my own dissociation, mania, depression and trauma responses. They are a way of "checking-in" with those aspects of self that need extra reminding of the good, the possible, the durable that lies just beneath the daily rubble. -James Diaz
Winter Barn
The Body, exhausted, endures
My Palms, My Mother
A Blessed Warmth
There are no lies here
Shame, a thing changing color
James Diaz creates words and images as ways out of hell. When depressed, they write, when manic, they visually carve out surreal other worlds to hold the chaos in their body still enough that something else might happen. And it does, blessedly, eventually, this something else.