“The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it -” Rupi Kaur.
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This painting is part of a series that explores the internal psyche – how it juggles external projections and social detritus, attempting to cohere chaos with vulnerability – only to deny a messiness that is inherent to life. Socialization intersects like jagged, austere bones, yet our consciousness grows: lush and dripping, rich and golden.
Women spend an inordinate amount of time reflecting on our inner selves – but frequently in the service of others. I barely have time to unpack my own unconscious bias when I face those of others everyday. How people react to me – street harassment before my commute, gendered interactions at work, friends and family desiring or demanding emotional support – not only takes precious time away from inner reflection but chips away at my sense of self. In short, I never get to be me – angry, messy, selfish, virtuous, curious, spiteful – when I’m having to pay attention to someone else.
Unlike Thoreau, who can traipse off to a pond, I’ll paint. Spin that straw into gold.