Still, those feelings occur. The feeling as if this is my greatest gift, and my worst nightmare. I can see, feel, and understand things on a level most don't and yet these "gifts" do not make me feel as if I have superpowers. I feel cursed by this blessing, this blessing of being so connected to the world that I can feel the pain of those kids who have lost their lives for no positive reason. Or the frustration of spreading meals out between kids by that single mother. I feel it all and yet, am told that its amazing how I can paint "my" feelings. I just nod and continue commiunicating how I know how.
Acrylic On Canvas