The relief in letting myself feel my grief, be blue
Digging into the details:
Original one-of-a-kind artwork
9 inches wide | 12 inches tall
Acrylic on paper
Arrives unframed. (Reach out for framing recommendations. Or, ask me for a framing quote.)
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About the In the raw collection
In swooping, swishing,
Over, under, around,
Splish and splat,
I say what I cannot (yet)
In line, in paint, in crumple up, rip,
Rip, cut, paste, overlap, uncover, reveal …
I’m searching for something,
I’m trying, trying to name something.
You may not know what it is,
I may not yet have the words,
Together we will call it and
Call upon something raw and real,
Something magic inside
So we no longer have to feel that
Bitter taste in the mouth,
Rotten overload, without the words for it …
And in calling it by its name,
We learn how to free ourselves from it
Naming,
Calling,
Singing it out,
Dancing it out,
Doodling it out …
This is how we find the courage …
This is how we survive and then someday,
Find a way to truly live,
Raw magic, really being here …
We can and we will
