Fae/Goblin

16x20”
Acrylic on Canvas
2022
Available

What is identity?
What is authentically me?
I was told openness isn’t vulnerability
And wondered about how to be vulnerable with myself.
I thought that sculpting myself of shiny metal into everyone’s fantasy
would somehow form what became me.
I sit by my fire just inside where the guardians stand, staring into the dark.
“Come back” it beckons as the cracks in the layers of masks creep and crumble.

I know what it means to go back

To navigate the winding tunnels under the mountains
To peel back layers of mud caked onto fractured crystals of the mind
Facets of my soul frozen in time
And walls threatening to cave in.
I know the moment will never be perfect, but if I want to heal,
I need to get on the boat and face it.

Just do it.