Trigger warning for images of burns and fire
I did this 7/30/08 using paint shop pro. It represents how I feel right now. The blurrying for how nothing is clear. The fire for how I burn, how my name is Brande. There is an image of burnt legs. A woman who looks possessed, looks to be many people, for how I feel in myself sometimes.
This picture was done in acrylic paints. There is no name marked on who did it, though I will add that if/when it is found out.
This image is simple yet everytime we see it it disturbs us more, makes us feel sick.
The words that you cannot read are –
‘Thinking about death is the only time I am at peace. Please let me go. I don’t belong here.”
all alone do you hear me?
All alone do you see me?
All alone in silence I suffer
destined for pain, for torture
for emptiness.
Outside looking in.
Seeing but not participating in a world that entrances and terrifies me.
So I sit on the sidelines waiting for someone to sit beside me
and stay awhile.
An abstract of how I saw panic. I am the dot inside, the panic surrounds me in circles and comes to me in tentacles.
This is a close up of the arm with one more cut.
This was done on a bad panicky day. It is a person with an arm that seems to be everywhere. No matter where you go there is no escape. The colors have significance that I choose to not share.
Mia
This collage I did when we were having some severe left hand pain. I got the urge to collage and this came out. I think I had help with it, though i’m not sure who. The word on the small pink square in the triangle on the right side is hand written upside down.
Patchwork Journeys 