Published on April 7, 2010
Morning Painting, Acrylic on Paper, 18″ x 12″
I feel my skin has been torn open and my heart is completely exposed.
Not just here on Dirty Footprints Studio–but in all areas of my life.
I feel ultra sensitive. A bit vulnerable. As if I’m walking around naked.
I find myself crying for no reason at all and taking long moments to be quiet.
To hear her voice. To hear some kind of voice.
To comfort myself,
As I go through the labor pains of my own birth.