I painted “Coming Apart” within a year of our marriage.
This picture embarrassed me as it came out of me. I felt injured all over. The last protected areas of my soul were laid bare for Will in hope that “understanding me” would end the arguments.
Unfortunately, the more of myself I shared with him, the more ammunition he had to use against me. He’d twist my words to fit his version of reality. His reality stood in stark contrast to my own.
I’m losing my personal boundaries in this picture. I am, in fact, losing myself.