Sad Lady

I did this painting a few months back during a brief time of self-awareness which in turn made me terribly sad.  It was painted with a sorrowful soul.  I put it away.  The other day I was re-organizing my studio and saw her again.  She reminded me of the feelings I had when I created her and my heart cried.  I was going to hide her again deeper this time, but I realized that she's me at that time but that's not all of me.  Life has chopped to pieces my very foundation leaving me sometimes feeling like I'm hanging on by the thinnest of threads.  But for each heartache, there's been triumph and recovery.  I am the collection of my sad experiences as well as the best experiences a woman could ever hope to encounter.  That of course is another story...

And so I'm taking her out of hiding and proudly showing her.  The pain resting on her shoulders is all but fleeting, leaving behind a strong, albeit a little scarred, woman.