Death taught me, I don’t know how to love myself. I held so much faith in others loving me that I became dependent upon that fact. Expecting others to fill this void of emptiness will always end in feeling that it’s never enough. Not feeling enough stems from my childhood trauma. I’m in mourning. I grieve the loss of love I could’ve had. Death has infinite meanings in my book, but society often associates it with a negative connotation. Death. Death is rebirth, the ultimate version of letting go. It hurts so bad that it's almost good. It causes emotions to arise that have never been felt or realized. It exposes the lack of love and allows you to redefine what love looks like for self.  Love is an ugly cry, facing a jay, while listening to Cleo tell me I am loved even if I don't love myself. Death and Love are one in the same thing in this scenario, A cycle. Death returns your soul back to the ethers and you float back into the universe to become again.. Again it hurts. It won’t be easy, but is it worth a shot?
 
Year: 2022
 
Medium: Mixed Media on Canvas
 
Size: 8.5in by 11in (PRINT)