inside of my head.
put my work out there for others to see. I lived with self-doubt into my forties. I believed lies. I believed that I wasn’t good enough, that I was ‘damaged goods’.
world had caved in on me. I needed to create my world over again. I needed to go spelunking. I needed to find the beauty that was there–in the darkness.
We all see our lives, our little worlds according to our experiences, our backgrounds, our culture. I’d seen many dark days. I was determined to find my way out
of the cave.
I started creating. I created weird works of art. Weird is just a
cool word for ‘abstract’. For it is in the abstract things of life–those
unknown, mysterious forces, that we can create ourselves again.