Controlled Chaos
Published in
Apr 18, 2023
Bittersweet are the memories with every stroke of my brush, each represent a moment in time without my daughter in my life.
At first glance you see a box, on the outside it's painted with brilliant colors and design. Swirling together, promising much beauty, delight with every brush stroke sublime.
Unfortunately, it's a façade; just paint on a box.
Once opened, the disappointment and distain are clearly revealed. For inside this box, there is no paint and no treasures to find.
Instead, it contains rigid, sharp splinters that draw blood. A trap for viewers to feel my dark sorrows, pain and shame losing my daughter has left behind.
Locked away yet always on display.
