Self Portrait Marathon

Another boring, realistic drawing, taken from a photograph so there is no feeling or meaning behind it, of a normal, happy child. Gosh, life must be so easy for people who think like that! How strange that I should start this drawing and a few days later, feel so differently - the reasons for doing so now irrelevant. The realisation that any more answers are superfluous, questions are pointless, I have what I need, I had it all along, is a whole new feeling for me.

I mentioned, in an earlier post, the coming together of a certain set of circumstances that lead to sudden realisations and I'm wondering about the timing of this self portrait marathon. The timing of Mum's accident, the timing of certain revelations and conversations in a family that isn't given to talking about feelings. Perhaps even the timing of my setting up a blog. Time to just be myself. Time for that little girl to show her face.