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This pastel was created from my imagination in 1990. I didn’t give it much thought at the time and so, I can’t really explain it.

I suspect that the reclining female body might be how I felt about myself in my emotionally abusive and neglectful relationship with my father. If this was me, it likely represented the only part of myself that interested him. Perhaps, this is why I drew this female without arms nor a head. There were no hugs and very few words ever spoken.

I first became aware to occasionally imagining a creature standing quietly behind me during the early 1970’s. I was then about age 24. I told my T at that time. He said this was only my imagination and that I should learn to tolerate my imagination.

I don’t know if this is the same imaginary being that I’ve occasionally envisioned in my kitchen doorway at night. Fortunately, this frightening visualization I hadn’t experienced in several months or more.
 

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I’m calling this one, “Inside the tree trunk”
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OliveJewel, your artwork titled, “Inside the tree trunk” I find very uplifting! This piece gave me the impression of feeling safely enclosed within a densely populated field of young tree saplings. I had often ridden my horse through such dense woodlands years ago - a profoundly beautiful experience and momentary escape from my every-day worries.

So, here you’ve expressed a somewhat similar feeling of enclosure, though, to find yourself safely, if snuggly enclosed inside a single tree. I can relate.
 
safely enclosed within a densely populated field of young tree saplings. I had often ridden my horse through such dense woodlands years ago
Thank you for sharing this beautiful experience! How magical life can be—I am imagining: the quiet strength and breath of your horse, the crunching leaves and kicking of sticks by his hooves, the kaleidoscope of changing perspectives through the whispering birches. 🤍

I did feel that sort of thing—of being behind a screen—coming through too. Also like being behind grass, tiny, hidden, enclosed.
 
Thank you for sharing this beautiful experience! How magical life can be—I am imagining: the quiet strength and breath of your horse, the crunching leaves and kicking of sticks by his hooves, the kaleidoscope of changing perspectives through the whispering birches. 🤍

I did feel that sort of thing—of being behind a screen—coming through too. Also like being behind grass, tiny, hidden, enclosed.
Our artwork has this ability to express and communicate what we've felt and experienced beyond both the spoken and written word. Yet you've described my experience extremely well.
 
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