Let’s face it—
Sometimes words won’t do what we want them to.
This is one of those days.
I’m face-to-face with my own wordless self—an aging, over-weight, word-weary woman.
So, I’ll do an about-face and offer, well, faces instead.
I drew these a number of years ago, while I was in a strange, emotional space—a trance-like state. I drew them automatically—
At first, the faces frightened me, but now I consider these the faces of my own internal guide figures—wise ones who show me the way through the thick places—twists on the winding way to my own center—the place where I’m face to face with who I am, the place where I can’t hide from the fact of myself, where there is no such thing as fiction—
Tell me a fact or fiction about yourself in the comments below, or tell me what you do when you can’t find the right words—when words won’t do what you want them to.