old drawing . . .
painful recording . . . barely there. . . . really never came home. til years and years later. An important example of how critical and cathartic drawing is as a tool of processing post traumatic stress, and the accuracy of drawing as documentation. Jewelry was given to me while living with gypsies, but later lost.
This piece still really touches me . . . deeply. funny how the loudest thought is . . . I wish that sweet lost “me” from this time and place in the past, had a glimmer of connection to the “me” I have become . . . . . although the fact is . . the line of eternity runs through every version of ourselves from past to future . . . the “she” that was me had no hope . . . .in this place. However, the hope of today flows backwards . . and like a magnet attracts every particle of golden dust. And nothing is wasted.
graphite on drawing paper 12 × 18″