So two weeks after starting a small mixed media piece/painting, I was finally able to finish it. It’s the first thing I’ve done that approaches being called a painting since way before my daughter was born.
I’ve called it Emerging Woman, though I’m honestly not at all sure that she isn’t actually drowning in the paint she is ostensibly “emerging” from.
But maybe emergence requires drowning. And maybe I’m actually very afraid of “drowning” – and perhaps – in different ways – lots of us are.
And if I can reframe drowning as emerging, what will it look like then?
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