Heart strings…
Sometimes sadness is just breathtaking.
Reflect
Aiming For…
I’m content when working on art. I hate having to let that feeling go when I have to step away.
Says it all.
When talking about it just makes you feel worse.
And never will work…
– You tell me “Let go.
God will show. Have some hope. Be grateful.”
But I know it never did and never will work.
I feel cold. I sink low.
The shadow of fear grows.
There is no way to hold without hurt.
It never was and never will be worth
one more day. –
On Your Behalf
I don’t know where the exact idea for this painting came from, but it’s a personal favorite.
Passive Aggression
“Passive Aggression ” Freehand, acrylic paint on paper.
A take away…
Pinned Down
This painting was freehand, acrylic and watercolor.
Today it was painfully obvious what little still keeps me grounded, why I keep going through the motions of showing up where I’m expected and put on the right face in front of the right people. Really, what still matters to me seems like nothing more than loose change better off thrown away with the receipt. Nobody’s really hearing me. I just wish I didn’t still care.
