I don't know what I'm doing when I'm painting. Talking about it is awkward and stumbling.
This one came after some hard days, and a nightmare that has stuck with me all week. One with Dad's ghost yelling and cursing at me, taking me back to old sunken things.
So, I painted. With dark and heavy feelings, but when I took the pen to it, some light came in, and a sense of being at the sharp edge of the cusp of where sorrow and joy meet.
Today is Blue's 21st birthday. It holds both, too.
"I collected my thoughts and got up again." -Yayoi Kusama
