When she was 7 her father locked her up in a closet.
…in utero When she was 7 her father locked her up in a closet. At first she screamed and shouted for freedom from her imprisonment. No longer angry, her guardian spoke to her thru the door in a hushed tone, “I love you darling. It’s a cold cruel world out there but i’ll protect you.” So she kept the convention a secret. Perhaps this was the routine for being only seven. How was she to know. Inside her hovel safe and sound from harm she holed up nice and cozy in her private space. She sometimes snuck in books, candles, matches, small spiral notebooks, paint n paintbrushes. Canvases were too big too easily discovered and withdrawn. So she painted rocks from the garden secretly stowed inside her pockets. She drafted pictures of worms, bugs, birds and vines and other sinuous shapes.