"So why are you painting a woman in a bottle?"
The challenge. Handling all those quirky reflections and layers of transparency.

"She has phantom arms and legs, what about that?"
Yes, pretty cool. A Vitruvian woman in a bottle.

"I'm looking for Meaning: Don't paintings look under the surface?"
You mean, what does it mean, really mean? It's just a way to test my skill.

"But what are you saying with that?"
It's not feminist nor anti, it's just an exercise. Besides, there's a rope.

"But aren't you, as an artist, exposing reality, presenting emotions and feelings, seeing the soul?"
I'm not on a soapbox-- I'm testing my skill-- I paint and don't think about it too much. After all, 'Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar' or is it 'just a smoke'? *

"I don't like your message."
OK, I'll paint you in a bottle...
As a shrunken head.

The more  I try to surround myself with people and love the more I find myself alone.  My hidden secret that no one knows my pain and tears I will not show.  My only company, the silence is sound, no one is calling and I look and no one is around.  The only person I truly have is me, no husband, no family, no friends not even an enemy.  When my life expires and turns  to eternity no one will even notice not even me.  The silence will not mourn and alone will not cry, the darkness will stay dark and no one is there to wonder why

I am
so
over you,

and I am
so
good
at lying to myself.

Its hard to move forward
When i dont know
Where forward is

So worried
Always
That i may misplace a step
Sometimes
I forget to take one

I thought I moved on,
until I realised,
Only your thoughts moved me on...