Changes

Friday, November 4, 2022

I let my daughter skip school to spend the day with my parents and help them work on their new (old) house. My daughter is stressed. What teenager isn’t? She’s so on herself. She’s got my anxiety and ADHD, and she’s a worrier. She also care way too much about what other people think. Between her grades at school, her AP classes, sports, social life, her step-mom’s cancer, not seeing her dad much, my parents moving, and just hormones in general, my baby girl is about to break. My step-mom saw that. She could tell, much like me, my kiddo is in desperate need of a break.

When I started this painting this morning, it was completely different. It began with smaller blocks of color, a bit of grunge and what looked like torn areas. Then I went to my parents house, spent a few hours there, and brought my kiddo home.

After getting settled at home, I sat back down to finish, and decided that I hated it. It wasn’t how I was feeling. I completely painted over it. After a few more changes and additions, it finally landed in a place that fit my insides… which I think are a reflection of my daughter.

I would NEVER want to go back to those years. I feel for her.