it's cold where he left her
she paints her way out of this place
and he walks away thinking
he knows what he left
but she's changed
she opens the window
and says goodbye to a friend
it's not that he's leaving
it's that he's leaving again
now the windows aren't closed
while she's sleeping inside of this hole
her heart is in healing so that's
what she's living for
and she saw the angel that's waiting outside of her door
but she's staying home.
(canvas text)
Blog about the piece:
It's really hard for me to express myself verbally, especially when I'm put on the spot, when I have to be the center of attention, or even when I'm to speak about something difficult. It's tough to find the words. And it's even more tough to find those words if your body's natural response is to freeze, forget, and feel nauseous, voice trembling, while feeling that urge to pee yourself. I have a lot to say, but all of these adverse reactions get in my way -- and I know I'm not alone with this type of human response. I'd like to say that it's all a part of growing up, but I'm past that stage. Now I think it's a part of being a grown-up, being comfortable in your own skin. I think it's all a part of finding your voice, feeling confident with self, and truly knowing and feeling content with your own identity. For me, I think painting took the first form of self expression; it was my compensation for the lack of verbal skills that I had. I'm hoping that in this grown-up phase, my voice will start to flow with a little more ease, just as my painting has. I think that as I grow in this skin of mine, and as I continue to have a constant knowledge of who I am, all the while healing and letting go of the things that helped me understand this complex person that I am -- I think that my voice will follow. I so very much look forward to the day my verbal skills match my visual (without that sudden urge to pee).
No comments:
Post a Comment