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Drawing 41: Fine Dining 8/13/18
On the Menu: Parents, Relatives, Doctors, Nurses, Teachers, Friends, Co-Workers, Every one who overlooked me.
I am angry enough to eat the World.
Serve it up.
Drawing 42: The Doctor 1-3. 9/618
A portrait of my Doctor listening in session.
Drawing 43: Self Care 11/20/18
SELF CARE. All of it is a realization of all the ways I took care of myself from birth to 66 years old. In a way, even dissociating could be thought of as a form of self care. If I was alone, then I will let five images of me keep me company. If my mother couldn’t protect me, I will be a mother to myself. If need be, at 66 I will give birth to myself! I will love all of my selves. I will love myself. I will acknowledge that I took care of myself as best I could until I understood.
Drawing 44: Eye Surgery Number 3. 12/14/18
Drawing 44: Eye Surgery Number 3. 12/14/18.
The Girl is crying and she cannot close her eye. The Girl has already been molested by The Nurse. Twice.
The Girl is trapped in the too bright surgical lights. The Girl’s tears are wetting the surgical drape.
The Girl is now lost. She is hanging on for dear life. The Girl cannot know she will meet The Doctor.
The Girl is crawling away from her Parents. The Girl is crying her Parents out.
The Tear holds all of The Girl’s sorrows. The Girl goes home unable to speak of the hours of trauma.