The Neighborhood
Acrylic, paper, dried acrylic & charcoal on wood, 8” x 8”
I had this sweet boyfriend years ago who would say, “There goes the neighborhood…” when I got dramatic or weird about something. Because of my own poor choices, I carried shame around that relationship for years until one day, remembering this phrase as a tiny neighborhood of houses began to appear as I worked, I thought of that man and those words and I smiled to myself. This feels like forgiveness.
Acrylic, paper, dried acrylic & charcoal on wood, 8” x 8”
I had this sweet boyfriend years ago who would say, “There goes the neighborhood…” when I got dramatic or weird about something. Because of my own poor choices, I carried shame around that relationship for years until one day, remembering this phrase as a tiny neighborhood of houses began to appear as I worked, I thought of that man and those words and I smiled to myself. This feels like forgiveness.
Acrylic, paper, dried acrylic & charcoal on wood, 8” x 8”
I had this sweet boyfriend years ago who would say, “There goes the neighborhood…” when I got dramatic or weird about something. Because of my own poor choices, I carried shame around that relationship for years until one day, remembering this phrase as a tiny neighborhood of houses began to appear as I worked, I thought of that man and those words and I smiled to myself. This feels like forgiveness.