I M Perfect lady

With hot soothing water running over me, I felt deep sorrow. Sorrow for the child whose wounds go unseen.  Her great spirit and love unnoticed…instead made to feel like she is bad.

A life review of my Art flashed before my eyes…knowing the struggle to right myself from my broken self view.  How the Art has been leading me forward….

Brighter

Freer

More playful

Child like in its simplicity

Urging me to "Love Life" again…fuller wider stronger!

The broken child finding its worth again.

Knowing intuitively that my art is my self….my soul on display in fabric.  

Daring to express more and more…

Perhaps or maybe not….to show the world who I am.

I am not the broken bad child.

I am not how my father treated me.

I am not my experiences…

Art displaying my joy.

My peace

And love…

Resounding loudly….SEE ME!

CAN YOU SEE ME NOW….

LOUDLY I PROCLAIM…See ME!

I am colorful, unique, real, worthy…..

What even brings me more tears is how broken, small and scared I was as I began, to now be boldly on display…

In brilliance…

My Art is Me…in fabric

This is the me that was abused.

Then broken, rumpled and crushed….discarded.

Art's patience…its delight, excitement and urgings…continue to bring me forth in new colorful displays.  

Because of My Lady….I walk more confidently.

She has always seen the core of me…and dares me to bring her forth.

My Lady come to life!