I’m an artist. Being an artist is my salvation. I decided on that path when I was 7 years old. It allowed me to escape when my sisters were screaming, and pleading “Daddy please stop! Please stop.” When it wasn’t me that time. There was only once when he broke into that secret world and raging he threw a scissors at me. It stuck me in my face. My early marriage was supposed to save me. My young husband was my white knight. Instead he married me to save him – I just never knew what I was supposed to save him from. So I buried myself in my own little world of art and poetry and my children. And I didn’t dare ask myself if I was happy.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Still Feeling Lost

                                                        © MaureenKavaneyTillman

The overriding feeling of mine that prompted this digital artwork was that of floating above everything, of being disconnected and lost. It's a feeling I have struggled with for way too long. One of my fellow straight wives saw something else in this piece. First of all that is what I want my work to accomplish, so that everyone who looks at it comes up with their own story of what my work means to them. My  friend saw rebirth here, of putting the pain of the past in the past where it belongs and allowing oneself to be reborn into their new authentic beautiful life. I prefer her interpretation, her cup half full, over my continually cup half empty outlook on my situation. I need to adopt it. Thanks friend.