your own truth can drive you mad
Nature tells stories. It is alive with the history and human conversations which passes through it.
Art is the best place to bury truth, pain and healing.
Sometime I speak to other ex-Move of god cult members, and I know things I don’t know how to approach; like their parent being a pedophile. I listen to their pain, and what affected them, and the more I listen, the more I understand how deeply dissecting mind control is. There is a different perspective … Continue reading I Don’t Know How To Tell You
Art is a process of immersion and re-emerging.
"We can love, we can hate, and even kill, with the choice we decide to make with those cells. That choice still resides within the single individual."
Red is the blood dancing through me and orange is my sunset.
The Universal Eye of Justice Is Always Watching
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
We trauma survivors can have a little habit. Avoidance. I know. I’ve been there. For many years I burrowed myself into every other person and/or project that distracted my mind away from myself. I was so frightened by what I had to face in myself; the pain, the anger, the memories of a tortured childhood, … Continue reading It Starts Inside