Dear Little Maya…
I Love You…
I dont always go in thinking the art I’m making at the moment will be a healing experience. I’m open to it…but not intending on it. Many times it’s just a compulsion to create and I dont fight the feeling to follow it. I use it often as a means of escape the mundane. Or to enjoy the hypnotic pleasure of {{the zone}}.
It was a day like any other…just wanting to practice some ink drawing. I plucked one of my toddler pics off the wall. Memories of posing for the pic were fun to roll around in. That was back when daddy had the whole living room set up as a photography studio. And I was such a HAM!
Usually I was very shy any other time. But I loved playing model for daddy back in the day. The photo had the whole 80’s vibe to it too (and I am a willing suck for nostalgia).
I saw all my innocence and all at one wanted to just give my younger self a big hug. I didnt want to blame her anymore for not being able to protect herself back then….or for trusting the wrong people…or any of her bad experiences. I really wanted her to know that I love her unconditionally and there was no reason to apologize for these things.
As I wrote this little letter to little Maya, so short and sweet, I could feel myself letting go of all that disappointment in myself that I had held onto for so many years. I felt lighter. I felt peace.
