She’s hard to look at. It’s hard to know what to say, how to comment.
I know she brings up a lot of emotion and that’s the point.
The young woman is stripped bare.
She is bald, skin and bones and wears a scar across her breast.
Where does she go from here?
Does she crawl under the covers and say, Enough! or
Does she walk right into the sunlight, right in the middle of “normal”
and hold her head up high?
How do you prepare to be stripped to the bone?
The only preparation, or saving grace, is to calm the spirit
And let hope flowing through your veins.
Only then can a person reclaim their sense of being
and identity separate from illness.
She is resilient. She is ready to become. She is a burning fire.
Art on paper