This is what I call a Vent. Were I loose myself to the music and let the paint fly. My emotions poor onto the canvas, and I am almost blinded by it.

This is the result.

This is the image I had of myself up until I met the love of my life. A one-winged fallen angel. I had no voice. My screams were unheard, my cries unanswered. I was torn and beaten, abused and left to rot. Until He came along, I was nothing more than this. Now my second wing is growing back, and I feel strong once again.

Acrylic Paints

2011

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