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i am the walrus

i am not a monster
thought sometimes
i am monstrous
i am a mother
a sister
a friend
a lover
a neighbor
an artist & writer
an original
i am creative
sometimes i am patient
sometimes i am not
sometimes i am calm
sometimes i am a hurricane
i am a warrior
a sacred being
a gardener
a hiker
a yogi
sometimes i am perfect
sometimes i am a work
in progress
sometimes i am broken
but most of the time
i am healing

i was laying on a table getting energy work/chiropractor stuff done when i started asking myself, “who am i?” which of course triggered a flashback to the breakfast club (hence the title.)
nonetheless, i just kind of started listing things.

this is the second in a row lady in a red dress. i never wear red (i do not have the right coloring for it) but red definitely symbolizes something to me.
it’s definitely a look-at-me color…. maybe i am feeling bold despite myself?

(“kryptonite” played on my mix as i posted this…hmmm)

the dance

it’s not
two steps forward & one step
two steps forward
duck & cover
two steps forward
go to my safe place
take a nap
think about it more
always moving forward
in my own way
inching forward
on my one

after posting the “i feel pretty” trilogy, i had to hide away for awhile. i felt terribly exposed & not just a little vulnerable.
exposing myself, like i do here, is not easy for me. it often sends my anxiety into overdrive.
so i take a break… a break from healing? but the break from healing, of course, is part of the healing.

i’m still out of sorts…but tis the season for that, i suppose….

a fairy tale life

i am searching
for a way
to tell a story with my art
as the true story of me
unwinds in my heart
& head
with a new voice
i try to find
the best path

my process for this one (& for “escape”) is to stain a piece of watercolor paper, find an image in the stain, and bring that image/story to life with pencils, oil pastels, ink, & acrylics.
i like what is happening.
& it is kind of a blend of techniques i have used as well as new approaches to art.
maybe i should throw in some collage?
i guess as i figure out who i am…i figure out how to express what i need to express.

9X12 ink, oil pastel, pencil & acrylic on watercolor paper…suggested price of $75

what now?

i was thinking about how i am reluctant
to sketch more ponies
right now
even though i think
i do a good job of it
& it might have more mass appeal…
i think back to that art professor
who was all like
but what do you
want to be doing?


creating stories with my drawings
telling stories
crafting worlds
& characters
merging my art & writings
in the most perfect way

drawing these pictures,
i wondered, who are they?
what do they want?
what would i do if i set them

puzzle box

who i am
how i do my art
how i see myself
it’s like
one of those puzzle boxes
where you move
one piece
all the other pieces
that seem to be
but in reality
are creating
a bigger picture.

something is shifting inside of me. which is awesome, but i have to remind myself that just because i finally start moving, i can still get stuck again…or often, when one problem is fixed, another rears its head.
so now that i am starting to heal the ugly me & let her believe she is pretty, who will show up next?

i feel pretty III

i used to worry
that people
would think that i think
that i am
i think
i will go ahead
& know
that i am
& not give a rat’s ass
whether they agree with me
or not.

i’m not going to go out & join any pageants or put together head shots for modeling…but i am going to stop ducking my head & acting like i’m offending people by showing myself in public.
so far so good

i feel pretty II

if i am ugly
my feeling
like a misfit
i am more
as a pariah
than as a
i created
a monster persona
shave my head
bare my teeth
you best steer clear
of me
(they i can know
why i feel
so alone.)

i keep thinking back to when i started feeling this way. feeling like i didn’t belong & was surely the ugliest thing ever. a lot of it happened in grade school. i was a sensitive child, & i was weird. other kids didn’t really get me. so maybe it was easier for me to tell myself i was ugly?
easier than believing there was something deeper causing my pain?
my parents sabotaged my ego
my peers finished me off
& i stomped on any good parts of me that survived the rest of it….

messing around; getting dirty

i have just been craving
some literal
hands on artwork
so i found some pencils
to add to my inks & oil pastels
i haven’t used pencils in forever
i poo-pooed their eraserability
but now i find myself desiring
the scribble & smear
of charcoal pencils
i can’t help but wonder
what it means
about me….

(up top: “escape” 9X12 pencil, ink, & oil acrylic on watercolor paper…suggested price of $75)

for love or money

sometimes i wonder
if i had
just one wish
would i wish for love
or success
then i’m all like
what kind of lunatic
would choose love
over success
then i’m all like
what kind of monster
would choose success
over love
if i could only have one
& not at all the other
could i live
without art & writing
could i live
knowing for sure
i would never love again?

by money & success i don’t mean i want to be wildly famous & wealthy…all i want is to be able to not worry about if i can pay my bills…to be able to do fun things every once in awhile without having to count my pennies…to NOT live off of credit….

yesterday when it was 11:11, i wished for an agent.
today i woke up with “waterloo” by abba in my head.
in 1995 i started working at a bar called waterloo in austin, tx. i had been working at a daycare & the hours worked well with my fiancĂ©’s hours so we got to see each other a lot. however, i was unhappy and missed working nights in bars. so i took the other job, alienated my fiancĂ©, and ended up having an affair with a co-worker.
pretty much the worst thing i have ever done.
it’s not that i was choosing success or money over love, but i was bull-headedly doing exactly what i wanted to do, fuck the consequences.
not an uncommon move for me.

something for me to think about as i move forward.

ps. speaking of agents & success, i am getting the nicest rejections! i don’t know if literary agents are just sweethearts, or if my writing is as solid as they say (despite not being what they are looking for.)

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