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It speaks in certainties. I must. I should. I have to. Verbs that leave no room for question. It took time to hear it for what it was — not my voice. An older one. Built to protect wounds I'd stopped remembering. The ego doesn't lie, exactly. It just speaks on behalf of fear and calls it reason. This work was painted the day I heard the difference. Between what I needed and what I had been told to want. Thoughts are not real. Specially when they're fuelled by fear.
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15 × 30 in — Acrylic, matte finish — Recovery Collection
It speaks in certainties. I must. I should. I have to. Verbs that leave no room for question. It took time to hear it for what it was — not my voice. An older one. Built to protect wounds I'd stopped remembering. The ego doesn't lie, exactly. It just speaks on behalf of fear and calls it reason. This work was painted the day I heard the difference. Between what I needed and what I had been told to want. Thoughts are not real. Specially when they're fuelled by fear.
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15 × 30 in — Acrylic, matte finish — Recovery Collection