Moving from emotional abuse to resilience
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Though I was not fully aware of it when I began, I undertook this series in an attempt to somehow find my real self when trapped in an oppressive and emotionally abusive relationship.
I am not good with words. And I had no words to express where I was or what I had let myself become.
So I painted. A woman. Naked. And then another. And another. And with each new canvas I slowly found—and faced—the feelings that I had been too afraid to give voice to.
And, by releasing that emotion through these women, I began to see my own nakedness enough to finally risk being truly seen and heard. And to discover the courage of my own voice, which led me to the end of my long-term marriage, as difficult as that was.
These women set me free. And I will always be grateful to them.