Ahhh a young woman's first real heart break. 2014 was a tough year. I had unknowingly gotten involved with a man who I refer to as my "alcoholic narcissistic abusive married ex." As it goes with any good breakup, I was unaware of these qualities until after I was in pretty deep. In fact, we were engaged before I found out he was married, with a pregnant wife. This isn't the only painting that helped me work my way through those tough months that followed, but I can honestly say that this particular one brought the most amount of closure. The strangest part of this process for me was that at the time, I had no desire to paint. I didn't have much of a desire to do anything, but that's a different story. I knew from past experiences that getting up off my ass and being creative would help. So for two hours every evening after work I would force myself into my studio. Sometimes I spent a lot of that time staring at the canvas, but it at least filled my brain with something other than sadness for those 2 hours. Of course I think my heart break is fairly apparent in the work, but I know that those hours spent in the studio were a reprieve. I will forever be thankful to my creative muses for blessing me with the ability sort through and make sense of the things in this life that seem unfair, unreasonable or unnecessary through art.
