The self-portrait that wasn’t

I was trying to get motivated to try and attempt a self-portrait, I don’t like doing them.  I decided to in a way to give up and just try drawing something.  This is what happened.  It’s pretty funny if you actually know me or looked at some earlier posts, maybe even read my “About Me”.  Definitely this  is nothing like me.  The odd thing was when I was done…it looks just like one of my more unknown inner parts.  It’s one of those parts that I think hides so, much of the time I wonder if she really exists or not.  This makes that part seem more real though.  Maybe it can be a little link to her.

On Love and Loss

This is one of the ones that came from the “Art as a way of knowing” book exercises.  I was thinking about love and loss and just started to doodle away while thinking about those feelings/topic.  There is a peacock thing and then this weird ugly bird in front of it that doesn’t seem to know if it’s a bird or a snake.  Then there are some strange paisley tears and I guess that’s a person (on the left in sorta of a purple) or …something ha!

Walls and Gates

Blocked words – Colored Pencil

Slamming the gates – Pen

I did these two drawings on the same day. I can’t remember what was going on, I think maybe it was around the time my dad was coming out to see me at school.  I remember that period of time being really frantic to pack up anything that might be lying about on DID, PTSD or me. This kind of picture comes into my head a lot though when I feel like I want to talk to someone about me and my history.  This two came out pretty quickly though, for some reason when they popped into my head I thought they would take a while to do.

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