From Inside Myself.
I just had to write this down, and since i forgot my journal this livejournal post is my only option. (how convienient there is internet right here)
I did this art piece a while back, probably 3 years ago, my junior year of college and it's about my parents divorce. I never realized how that piece is really a reflection of my insides til now....
And the reason I am able to recognize this is from reading this book, 'Between Two Worlds' by Elizabeth Marquardt, which ironically the title I named my art piece is 'Torn Between Two Worlds'. I just wanted to cry just now when i came upon this chapter titled - 'Divided Selves:How divorce divides the inner lives of children'. Cry, because an image from my art work came to mind when i read that title. It's an image of this girl about 6 or 7, slumped in posture on this couch with no expression on her face and what i did with the image of her is i tore the paper right down the middle of her face ending at about her neck/chest area. It's quite strange but real at the same time that this art work speaks volumes of my insides.
The book was given to me just two days ago by someone who truly cares about my pain. She read the ENTIRE book herself before giving it to me and i cried the moment i read that in her letter along with the book. The reason i cried is that for the first time someone actually cared to understand my pain. To understand me. It felt like she was touching some place in my heart that had never been touched before, and it hurt but in a sort of healing way. I was shocked and quite honestly thought to myself - 'God really does love me'. A love like that can only come from God, i think.
I did this art piece a while back, probably 3 years ago, my junior year of college and it's about my parents divorce. I never realized how that piece is really a reflection of my insides til now....
And the reason I am able to recognize this is from reading this book, 'Between Two Worlds' by Elizabeth Marquardt, which ironically the title I named my art piece is 'Torn Between Two Worlds'. I just wanted to cry just now when i came upon this chapter titled - 'Divided Selves:How divorce divides the inner lives of children'. Cry, because an image from my art work came to mind when i read that title. It's an image of this girl about 6 or 7, slumped in posture on this couch with no expression on her face and what i did with the image of her is i tore the paper right down the middle of her face ending at about her neck/chest area. It's quite strange but real at the same time that this art work speaks volumes of my insides.
The book was given to me just two days ago by someone who truly cares about my pain. She read the ENTIRE book herself before giving it to me and i cried the moment i read that in her letter along with the book. The reason i cried is that for the first time someone actually cared to understand my pain. To understand me. It felt like she was touching some place in my heart that had never been touched before, and it hurt but in a sort of healing way. I was shocked and quite honestly thought to myself - 'God really does love me'. A love like that can only come from God, i think.