I painted “Coming Apart” within a year of our marriage. If I knew about personal boundaries back then, I would have called it “Boundary Breach” or some shit like that.
This picture embarrassed me as it came out of me. I felt injured all over. I laid bare the last protected areas of my soul in hope that he could understand me. I just knew if he understood me, the arguments would end.
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.