Where do you place me when I cause distress to your symmetry?
Either in the middle or not at all.
This is an intimate and personal exhibition, showing my Body that I grow in and out of comfort with daily. Maneuvering between grounds of offering and receiving. I realized I was too busy with output that I could not offer anything to my Body. I couldn’t offer time, space, or care; because there was none. I didn’t think my body was deserving, since it was so hard to place in space for others. My body was only as good as it’s output, and was not capable of finding a soft place.
Adorning myself in red flowers, for passion, love, beauty, and war. With a blue crown for confidence and loyalty.
Knowing that my Body can be loved while full of hurt. I can offer it healing.