Monday, January 2, 2012
A Letter to Mom
I'm trying, I really am, to talk to you. But slowly I'm not wanting to. You make me feel as if I will upset you with any decision I make. So what if I want to have ONE beer or want (which I already have) a tattoo? It doesn't mean I'm heading downward. I'm growing up and my ideas, beliefs, likes or dislikes change. I want to have one beer without you telling me "there you go again all you want to do is drink" or me simply wanting a dog and saying no and not giving me a reason behind that no. I'm not that child that goes off and does whatever he or she wants I don't do drugs, I'm not going off and having "fun", I'm not an alcoholic, I don't steal, I don't disrespect. And that's just it I'm NOT a child. I get jealous of seeing other moms with their daughters having more of a friendship. I want that but I'm tired of trying when I cant seem to have one conversation with you where I don't cry.
This is why I used to hurt myself in the past because we didn't understand each other and even now that I'm 29 I still cant tell you everything because in your eyes I'm not an adult I'm your first born that's always going to be your little girl. I don't need your permission to grow up because physically my body and insides are changing and you can't stop that.
I wish you would stop throwing the guilt card in my face. I feel that anything I do I cant because it will upset you and therefore I'm the one that is unhappy just to please you. Please mom don't make me do that anymore, I cant do it anymore...........................
Posted by Dahlia at 9:56 PM 0 comments
Homage to Jackson Pollock
Sometimes you don't have to have a reason to love something. I love art that "speaks to me" and simply captures my attention by the use of colors and flowing rhythm. This is a piece I did for my masterworks art project. The technique I used was stippling, a series of dots to create a drawing. I was asked why I chose Jackson Pollock I said I don't know I just LOVE his paintings. The painting I chose was Number 7, 1951. I tried to stay true to the outline of the drippings of paint and the male figure is Jackson Pollock as he's painting.
Posted by Dahlia at 10:57 AM 1 comments
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