It has been a year and a half after life changed so suddenly for my husband, my dog Lucas and myself. I rarely speak about the subject unless I’m with someone close that knows me well and has my trust. Is so strange when people don’t really understand how terrible this was and meet us with sympathy instead of empathy.
If I’m sharing this is hoping that if you have someone going thru some deep shit situation don’t say things like “oh well, at least you will be near your mom” or “oh honey, everything happens for a reason”, that is terrible! And shows your lack of empathy or comprehension regarding the problem, it’s better if you just say “I’m deeply sorry” and then share silence with the afflicted person, believe me. Another reason I don’t talk as much about this is because I feel ridiculous greaving my loss when I read the news and learn about all the families being separated by the current administration in USA, they have risked so much looking for better opportunities and they also have lost it all, some of them even their lives (it fucking sucks!). Intellectually I know that these events do not invalidate my pain but still, puts everything under perspective.
You know what is ironic? Here in Mexico is were I realized and finally accepted that I am an artist, after months reflecting I found that back in Charlotte I didn’t believe I was capable of dedicating my life to art, it’s sad to see how much time I lost doubting myself, what a waste! Losing “all I had” served me well to really see that art is my right and to create my purpose in life. Art was the only thing that kept me going; it has kept me going thru physical and emotional pain since I can remember.
The piece of art you see at the beginning of the post is the one I created right after I settle into my new and current home. I was heartbroken and hiding like a wounded animal. The name of the piece is “The flood”