28 ICSA TODAY
Sleeping Peacefully: This one came out of me
a few years ago, showing me finally at peace,
sleeping serenely. I was inspired by Indian
miniatures of Krishna and other Hindu gods.
They always looked so serene and peaceful, so
I wanted to breathe in that serenity, and see
myself as safe under the covers, near a brook,
protected by trees with deep roots. So I have
been able to achieve a feeling of being protected
and comforted, at least by nature. This is not
to say this is my final resting place, so to speak.
After all, I did draw a paranoid and trapped
picture, “How Do I Get Out of Here?,” just a few
months before. So my feelings do swarm all over
the place, but drawing has definitely helped me
become aware of things going on inside me. I
highly recommend it.
Girl: A girl—myself, of course—is caught
between several planes of reality, looking
extremely wistful. Her blood is draining
from her, and rising up in her, at the same
time. A jellyfish, looking like a human heart,
floats upward through a sea of underwater
life. Hands reach up from below, as if trying
to get out of hell. The turtle, my totem
self, also floats upward, and what seems
like my little soul tries to escape too, from
the debris and weariness of life, toward
the rainbow and the crown of glory that
awaits me. But I don’t see my crown yet. A
small but ominous crow-like figure hovers
at the upper right, amid bare branches.
The night sky, instead of being calm
and comforting, holds only conceptual,
mathematical symbols. The door seems
to be a church door, tightly closed. Any
religion now seems blocked from my being
able to access it. But four cocoons, which
may eventually produce life, do hang off of
a branch. Life also seems to sprout from me
in the form of green branches that go up
to the crown/butterfly. Something good is
coming, but not yet. I have a lot of thinking
and processing to do.
Sleeping Peacefully: This one came out of me
a few years ago, showing me finally at peace,
sleeping serenely. I was inspired by Indian
miniatures of Krishna and other Hindu gods.
They always looked so serene and peaceful, so
I wanted to breathe in that serenity, and see
myself as safe under the covers, near a brook,
protected by trees with deep roots. So I have
been able to achieve a feeling of being protected
and comforted, at least by nature. This is not
to say this is my final resting place, so to speak.
After all, I did draw a paranoid and trapped
picture, “How Do I Get Out of Here?,” just a few
months before. So my feelings do swarm all over
the place, but drawing has definitely helped me
become aware of things going on inside me. I
highly recommend it.
Girl: A girl—myself, of course—is caught
between several planes of reality, looking
extremely wistful. Her blood is draining
from her, and rising up in her, at the same
time. A jellyfish, looking like a human heart,
floats upward through a sea of underwater
life. Hands reach up from below, as if trying
to get out of hell. The turtle, my totem
self, also floats upward, and what seems
like my little soul tries to escape too, from
the debris and weariness of life, toward
the rainbow and the crown of glory that
awaits me. But I don’t see my crown yet. A
small but ominous crow-like figure hovers
at the upper right, amid bare branches.
The night sky, instead of being calm
and comforting, holds only conceptual,
mathematical symbols. The door seems
to be a church door, tightly closed. Any
religion now seems blocked from my being
able to access it. But four cocoons, which
may eventually produce life, do hang off of
a branch. Life also seems to sprout from me
in the form of green branches that go up
to the crown/butterfly. Something good is
coming, but not yet. I have a lot of thinking
and processing to do.
