Dec 2018
beautiful artwork has always come from real life experiences, in my mind i see traumatic events as a way to forge a soul in fire and heat, dark and terror.
coming out of it stronger in body, weaker in mind, until those wounds heal over, scars left that are fragile so you take the time to give them tender, love.
a learning experience, a way to grow, a seed, watered in misery, pain, remorse or guilt. giving way to a tree that flourishes while marred and hurt beneath.
Your branches strong although twisted, growing still. people watch, people talk and never see beyond the cover. they never see the foundations that are slowly wrapping themselves in the sorrow of the past.
Strength lies in diversity, more so in adversity. Fighting against that which tries to squash you, make you break. but like the yew tree and unlike the oak, we bend to the storm and we weather it...
coming out of it stronger in body, weaker in mind, until those wounds heal over, scars left that are fragile so you take the time to give them tender, love.
a learning experience, a way to grow, a seed, watered in misery, pain, remorse or guilt. giving way to a tree that flourishes while marred and hurt beneath.
Your branches strong although twisted, growing still. people watch, people talk and never see beyond the cover. they never see the foundations that are slowly wrapping themselves in the sorrow of the past.
Strength lies in diversity, more so in adversity. Fighting against that which tries to squash you, make you break. but like the yew tree and unlike the oak, we bend to the storm and we weather it...
