The Art is Me
I was raised in a house with five women. Being a middle child, I wanted my voice to be heard. Whenever I would ask a question I was told to be quiet. When I persisted, I got a reputation for talking back. All I wanted was clarity and to know my voice and my feelings mattered.
As a young woman, I was continually told to remain silent and to hide my emotions. Hide your vulnerability. Hide your strength. Hide your pain. Hide your curves. Basically, I was told to hide being me. Well, all this suppression began to bubble up inside of me. Then, one day my feelings exploded onto a canvas. And for the first time in my life, I was able to speak freely.
By painting my truth, I am no longer silenced. I’ve always had a voice. But I was punished whenever I used it. Painting allows me to speak freely. And I say, “It’s OK to be vulnerable. It’s OK to be strong. It’s OK to be sensual. It’s OK to be ME.”