Intimate Interiors
Bullied. I am silenced, as though my tongue has been tied. I feel censored in my being. Lost and tortured, I no longer recognize myself. Your razor tongues cut me deeper than the cuts I now inflict upon myself. Am I to blame for the cruel names you encroach upon me? I feel hopeless, alone, and isolated. The light that once shined in me is quickly diminishing. I no longer understand my place in this world. 38” x 32” Acrylic and oil on canvas 2010-11
