Two weeks ago today, my boyfriend of over a year broke my heart. I loved him with everything I had, and thought that we were perfect together. Apparently I was alone in that thought, and now I feel more alone than ever.
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Every day is different, some are easier than others, but I am trying to find happiness and strength wherever I can. I have an amazing and supportive group of friends, and I have found that art is the one thing that will always be there for me, even when no one else is.
About a month ago, I mentioned to my boyfriend that I had seen photos of artists painting on people’s backs, and how I had always wanted to try it. He said I could do it to him sometime, and I was really excited about it.
But now he’s gone. So I did it to myself. 🌹I’m proud of this painting and the strength (and flexibility to paint on my own back??) I am finding in myself.