As a survivor of unspeakable horror, I’ve gotten really good at curating.
I curate the parts of myself I think are palatable and likable for the world and try to hide the parts of me that are broken, traumatized, and terrified.
Maybe the trick for me isn’t to curate but to let my art speak freely. For once, to let go of the persona I hold onto too tight and let glimpses of the landscape of my inner world come through.
It terrifies me. My survival instincts are so strong and presenting as ok is a huge one for me. But I remind myself that I did survive the unsurvivable and as I get to heal, I don’t have to hold so tight anymore.
I hope you come along for the ride. 🤗











