I find self depreciation at every level of my psyche. A need to preface my existence with disclaimers to dull my shine. I don't want to come off as too loud, too self assured or just too much. No one likes a know-it-all attention hog. Especially not if you are a woman.
Life’s experiences pared down my voice. Convenience me that my growing quietness was just an attempt to be a better listener, holding space for others. But was I? Or was it a way for me to make an excuse for what the world had been teaching me. Teaching me to not speak even when I had the answers.
It only took me 51 years to make the journey from loud little girl, to quiet woman and back again. But it’s never too late. I’m claiming my body, my voice and my journey for myself. And so I am forcing myself to say and write my truth.
I am an artist...and this is my work.
I think it’s great, and if you don't, that’s okay. And if you do, come to my opening in Lakewood Colorado, October 7th at 6pm at EDGE gallery. I'll be the one who is talking "too much".
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