The feeling of guilt. So strong it can make a person sick. Sick enough the feeling succumbs the entire body, to the point that a complete shut down isn't far from reach. Guilt, it brings paranoia, destruction, hurt, second guessing. Where does this five letter get the nerve of carrying around so much weight with it?
So much with dirtiness, so much foul, such weight, this little word it has. Gah.
I've been on a roll as of late with the whole painting thing. It all started with a sale at Michaels, then next thing you know.... The emotional trail began. It's a crazy feeling being able to sit and just start painting. My world becomes something else, it doesn't have to make sense, it doesn't have to be explained, it's just there.
I just finished this one last night. I'm calling it "Guilty Discretion" I'm curious to know what you think when you look at it. Happy Friday! I'll post more paintings later