I don't censor my artwork and I like painting boobs, so if you're a kid this ain't for you
Yesterday, while walking home from a dance workshop, I remembered an early childhood experience of feeling shame. The memory arose as I was focusing on my right leg and thinking about how it naturally turns inwards, thinking about how I struggle to “picture” the right side of my body in my mind and as such, […]
I’ve only recently begun to truly accept and comprehend the traumas of my childhood and through this comes a new understanding of the depressions that I’ve always experienced through my life which perhaps could be better explained as implicit or emotional flashbacks. I am in the midst of one currently and I feel… a bit […]