“It must have been the moment I entered the frame, for my breath was suddenly cut off. My mind and eyes froze, and I struggled to be heard, silently shouting ‘I, Craig.’ I remember being bothered that I no longer had a body. And I could no longer draw inspiration from memories, from my rings. They were all sealed at once in Pandora's box, and I needed to urgently find my liberator. The one who would open the crumbling pastries of a disturbed mind, and would hear me preface riddles, whispering hoarsely ‘I, Craig,’ you.”
The fatal accident deprives the talented writer Craig of the ability to complete his work about self-destructive, marginalized, physically or mentally disabled characters. The only way to shape the stories he left unwritten or unfinished is for him to continue living as a canvas.
The Portrait of Craig is an allegory regarding the burdens of memory that weigh down, haunting people and their management schemes.
