My disability suit is a blessing that feels like at times; βa curse.β
Anywhere / everywhere that I goβ¦ I am trapped by the net of eyeballs that are always watching meβ¦. With curiosity or just plain stupidityβ¦ like say something would you! 1 second is OK but 10 seconds and the elevator stareβ¦ itβs rude. π To me, my body is normal but to others; they just dont get it.
just imagine the intensity of everyone always looking at you.. can you?? I joke that Iβm famous without the status however, somedays I would prefer to blend inβ¦ which is obviously never going to happen in this lifetime. Itβs not just one or two times for people to head turn, its people watching me ALL the time. The Detroit in me wants to go βall chihuahuaβ and call them outβ¦ but Iβve told myself, let God deal with that. My energy needs to be on staying healthy.
I express myself thru my art, whether itβs anger, sadness, happiness, love or other. I can tell you exactly what was going through my head space when I was creating this painting. Even though it just looks like a bunch of colors thrown onto a canvas, abstract is beyond intelligence. If you have the mindset of a intellectual person, you can pick a part all of the layers of every painting of mine. My canvas is my headspace for a cure. My sobriety is so important in this part of my life because I know longer want to be βnumbβ to who I am && all of the attention that comes with it.
I am my own reason to rise again each morning πΒ
