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Florida Showers

She comes and goes like Florida Showers


Loving her gives her the power-
The smile on her face masks the pain in her eyes

I painted this the other night. 
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1JOqSpNx7dR0t5cwlemxjj4eBBcCHvcE7

It was symbolic for my friend Kaitlyn. She loves dream catchers and she has 3 daughters. 

Right now I am really trying to find my grounding again. At the moment I’ve lost my foothold on my foundation. I need it back. I feel a little like Florida showers and my paintings are the only things keeping  me a little sane at the moment. They help me give words to emotions I can’t express in words and in that painting I gave adoration to a person that I admire more than anything in this world. It was a picture of gratitude and thankfulness poured out onto a piece of paper. 

Emotions suppressed are so unhealthy. And when you can’t figure out how you feel and you can pour them into an outlet, man it’s so amazing what can come out. 

I am burning with so many emotions right now that is so hard to put into words and that I can only pour out on paper. I’m honestly lost in how I am feeling. I am not misunderstood - I don’t even understand myself right now so it’s impossible to be misunderstood. 

I am navigating my way through my feelings not with words and not through journaling but with art and on paper. And it’s helping me to release some of the emotions that I’ve bottled up for so long that I didn’t even understand that I felt. 

Art triggers a part of your brain and releases emotional experiences that didn’t realize you even felt until after you start feeling them and wow is it a wild ride. And an eye opening experience. 

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