Light in the dark

2019 – Home, School, Home, School

Something is stirring here. A voice is speaking, quiet and low, but
persistent. It speaks in colour and shape, in light and dark. It speaks in
the smiles of the people who love my work, in the sales and exchanges.
Worth. I have worth. But still the dark days persist, the tug and the
struggle. Each day I have to handle the shame in more elaborate ways,
find new words to explain why I’m not where I should be. I do not fit their
shapes, my colour spills over their edges.