A collage using a transparency and pieces of paper on my art table.
5 x 5 inches.
My goal was to only use papers already out from another project. My table is a disaster area these days so there wasn't a lack of things to chose from.
As I got into playing with papers I started to think of myself at the age of the girl in the photo. I was into escape then, escape into books, into walking in the woods with my dog. Anything to avoid being in the house where there were tempers which meant lots of tiptoeing and nail biting. I avoided the tempers, mainly my dad's, by being a good girl that made straight A's and was quiet. Very quiet. I wish I had some photos of myself at this age. My dad has them hidden in a basement. He does this so my mom can't have them. If I did have a photo and I put it next to this one I bet the eyes would be very similar.
I know this is all personal, probably too much so but the reason I write this and the reason I won't delete it after is that I know we all have "things" to work through in our past. While I was working on this piece I started to feel angry and broken and sad. I just let myself feel it and kept working. It was when I moved over to the sewing machine that I realized tears were streaming...and I mean streaming down my face. I finished the piece and just cried and cried. Then I wiped my eyes and sat in disbelief. What had just happened? The wonderful thing is that I feel happy now, lighter and I'm not hurting anymore. I feel at peace.
Making art, the act of putting ourselves into the world, is an amazing healing thing, isn't it?
Now I must go and clean my eye glasses and make a cup of tea.
A day of blessings to you,
p.s. I went back and added some black netting...