CONTENT – Suicide. Abuse with few specifics. High emotion and anger. Not a light entry. I stayed in bed three days with the lights out. I fed the animals and went back to bed. The world felt too big and too dark. Now I’m in the weeping side of grief….
What Keeps Me Awake – Death and Dying
I have more trust that tomorrow will come than I did six years ago, still I live as if I’m breaths away from dying. I feel overwhelmed with the idea of dying which makes me wonder what will happen to all my plants I’ve worked so hard to nurture? Who…
Terrariums. Small Worlds.
I added moss to small, up cycled glass containers to make small worlds. This one has been up significantly longer than the globe. I love how the moss keeps reaching up. I also adore the child figurine. In the background of her terrarium you might be able to see vertical…
White Balloon Series pieces 2 and 3
As you can see, this artwork is painted directly on my clipboard. I’d been using the clipboard as a pallet. One thing led to another and I’d upcycled clip boards into part two and three of the White Balloon Series. Both are 8 x 12 inches. These fully functioning art…
Young Child with White Balloon
“Young Child with White Balloon” is an acrylic, wax color and ink original art piece with strong contrasting colors and swirls. She is first of 3 in the “White Balloon” Series. Mod Podge gives texture to the the flowers and the white lace at the bottom of her purple and…
Sunflowers and Endurance
“At the end of the day we can endure much more than we think we can” – Freda Kahlo The art piece deals with loss and grief. The largest figure holds tombstones in her hair, and her tears roll down into a heart. Those are some of the details in…
Divided
Content – Dissociative Identity Disorder, Uncontrolled weight gain, CNA in public. Dr. D hasn’t changed my diagnosis. He still recognizes the disorder. He wanted to know if I believe that ‘they’ are all me and not actually separate. I said, I know it’s impossible to have more than one person…
Why So Much Anxiety?
Anxiety comes over like waves. One minute my head is above water, the next I have waves of debilitating anxiety. It washes over me so that all I want to do is go to bed with the covers over my head. I don’t feel like I’m coping. I wish I…
A History of Eyes on Me
Content: Abuse. Being watched by abusers. Sadism. Publishing this art piece comes at an odd time seeing as how I just talked about store workers profiling and following me and my caregiver at the store. It’s also not concerning imaginary audience / fable but an all together different type of…
That feeling. That color.
My CNA took me to Michael’s craft store where a few people decided to make things difficult for us. The company recently added an electric cart for disabled people, however, both times I used the carts my CNA and I were immediately jumped by the manager. The first time we…