There is a belief I have: even when I feel safe, it is temporary, and I am not actually safe. Maybe that doesn’t really matter, because I also believe that where I am is where I am supposed to be. What I am feeling now is what I am meant to feel. So maybe safety is irrelevant. Sometimes I yearn to feel safe, and sometimes I don’t. What does safety mean to you?
Yesterday I felt strong, today I feel overwhelmed.
I want support, and I fear I am being too much.
My perception of who I am is cracking and the old me is desperately clinging on, raging, being really nasty.
This painting I completed yesterday has a little of everything: childhood images of safety, recent exploration of sexual healing, proclamations of self-love and windows of vulnerability.
“I Need To Know if I Am Bad or Good” 24″ x 24″, $750