The Object

Hungry, very hungry;
she is locked in a mind
that does not always
belong to her.

(excerpt from The Object)

Brave House Secrets
Mirror Observation
Memory Meditation

She bears the burdens of her experiences while being annihilated with love.  She is the unacceptable object.  She is truth staring at the everyday.  She is an object on display.  She is me as I look into the mirror and sense the long ago shame creeping out the skin of my today.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

*the object, 34″ x 24″, ink, pigment, charcoal, graphite, paper, ┬ęCKS 2013 (sold)