24x24 Chicago, Illinois
Do I see chaos or peace? Movement and freedom or the damage underneath? Are the edges too soft, the soft parts too whimsical? Is it a dream or a nightmare, an escape or a trap? Do you catch the little child? Inside of me and such a part of you? Is this a walk through a city at 4 am? In flip flops, in December no coat just fear like a cape?
Kid in a city trying to walk a street like a dead adult. Is this that walk, along the pacific rim where the cedar trees reach the rocks that don’t apologize and the swell that stops for nothing? Where is the balance? It took so long to get back up and find the good and even though it feels really bad sometimes that doesn’t mean it is.
I hope you can see the way the peace and the pain have learned to live together inside of these lines. Sharp black lines with the spirit on top. It’s taken a lot of work to flip that upside down. To put the glitter on top and let it reflect and watch what walks by.
Am I too much girl for you or are the edges too sharp?
What have you surrendered and how many times did you surrender it again?
Long may I get back up.
Long may I get back up.
Long may I get back up.
And create a spiritual awakening within its home of the wreckage put to a physical sight from a different way of seeing (as feeling.) Some of us get to walk so far to put the sharp lines down & without ever knowing what would happen is to be within its place.
I am here.
I am here.
I am here.
Glitter on top. Wreckage on the bottom.
A portrait of surrender and replacement.
In full.
