Mom
My mom, in one of her many forms, was an artist in an ultimate way. She sought out experiences through drugs and alcohol. Through strangers and friends. Through adrenalin and crisis. Drama and calm. She observed and she interacted. She was a poet and a sketch-artist. She painted a little too. She loved music and how it made her feel. Entranced by how music could create sensations and emotions. When my mom dressed up, she would dress outlandishly... Big hats with feathers. Black leather pants and knee high boots. And on her every-day wear, she was all t-shirts and pants. In her prime, she loved short shorts and putting her hair up in pig-tails. She was such an odd bird. I wonder what my life would have been like if she'd been healthy and was more part of my life growing up...
I think I have a good blend of my mom in this form, coupled with my father's sensability and control. My DNA is in conflict with a mother and father like I had... But the chaos is fun.
I think I have a good blend of my mom in this form, coupled with my father's sensability and control. My DNA is in conflict with a mother and father like I had... But the chaos is fun.