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No Escape

$650.00

I stand where innocence ended.

My arm wraps around the tree, but the tree has already begun to grow through me. What once felt like shelter has become structure. What once held me now defines me.

I wear yellow—the color of childhood, warmth, and belief—but my hair has already turned gray. Time did not pass gently here. My face is barked over, not to hide, but because some truths cannot be carried openly without breaking the body that holds them.

Above me coils the snake. He does not rush. He never has to. Temptation does not pursue—it waits. The apple hangs from my own branch-like fingers now, no longer something offered from outside, but something I carry within myself.

I hold my broken heart out in front of me like a shield. It does not protect me from what has already happened. It protects me from forgetting. This is the moment after choice, after belief, after the door quietly closed.

I stand where innocence ended.

My arm wraps around the tree, but the tree has already begun to grow through me. What once felt like shelter has become structure. What once held me now defines me.

I wear yellow—the color of childhood, warmth, and belief—but my hair has already turned gray. Time did not pass gently here. My face is barked over, not to hide, but because some truths cannot be carried openly without breaking the body that holds them.

Above me coils the snake. He does not rush. He never has to. Temptation does not pursue—it waits. The apple hangs from my own branch-like fingers now, no longer something offered from outside, but something I carry within myself.

I hold my broken heart out in front of me like a shield. It does not protect me from what has already happened. It protects me from forgetting. This is the moment after choice, after belief, after the door quietly closed.

No Escape was created in early 2025, at the beginning of my exploration into spirit art—work that externalizes psychological, spiritual, and mythic trauma through symbolic form. The figure stands approximately 10 inches tall and is constructed using needle felting, crochet, and mixed media, including natural tree bark and found wood.

The yellow crocheted sundress intentionally evokes youth and innocence, while the gray wool hair suggests premature aging through experience rather than time. Her face is obscured by bark, symbolizing the loss of identity and the hardening that occurs when innocence collides with deception.

The apple and the snake—recurring motifs throughout my work—anchor this piece within a larger symbolic language I return to again and again. Here, the apple hangs from her own branch-like fingers, representing temptation internalized rather than imposed. The snake coils above, patient and observant, embodying deception that persuades rather than attacks.

Her back arm wraps around the tree, but also becomes the tree itself, illustrating complicity, entrapment, and the inability to separate oneself from the system that caused the harm. The broken heart she holds forward is both vulnerability and armor—pain transformed into witness. This piece is intentionally unsettling. Fear is not incidental here. It is the truth being told.

• Medium: Needle felting, crochet, mixed media

• Materials: Wool, yarn, tree bark, found wood

• Height: Approximately 10 inches

• Year: 2025

• Series: Spirit Art / Broken Heart Continuum

• Motifs: Apple, snake, broken heart, tree, bark

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