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Once upon a time there lived a little chunky toe head......
It's either black or white. There's no gray matter.
While writing on our dining room table with a pen, pushing deep into the surface of the wood, my Mom looked at me. Looking up at her, she was shaking her head side to side, the way you do when you are in disbelief yet are totally believing in what you're seeing, that tsk tsk moment you know? We caught eachothers gaze. I smirked and she said " Misti Sue. I swear you were born with a pen or something to write with in your hand. Even as early as three years old you would color, then eventually write or draw on everything". I just looked back down at the table continuing with my efforts. You see, even though I was sixteen when we had this conversation, our house parties in Streamwood, Illinois were legendary & literally everyone 'signed' or drew on that table.
When I paint each is an expression of my feelings without having to utter a word. My process is special because each color is selected intuitively eventually taking on their own personality. It sounds lighthearted but it's actually a very sacred time. When the paint gets poured on the canvas it's telling a story. Each pour a unique, one of a kind, unpredictable path.
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This ENDS with me. STANDING in MY messy truth-Exposed, Barren & Beautiful
Flush out the pain of the past. What is in the dark will always come into the light.
Here is where I'm going to get real. Leave some of you with your chins on the ground or tears streaming down your own cheeks. I want you to experience my truth. To feel what I feel Through my eyes the ink flows. Through my heart the gift of prose -Misti
Naked and Afraid
It's not easy. Like I said, everything which was dark comes into the light. I just never expected to be molested at night, sometimes the afternoon too. At the age of four, during my bath, I was hurting and red and raw. I told Momma Mavis that my pee-pee hurt. I recall this as if it were yesterday. What I don't remember is WHO it was. Details I do remember I'm saving for my book. I know it was a male family member from ages 4-5 or 6. It was also a male family member in my teens.
He robbed me of any normalcy. He groomed me and I became his victim. ANOTHER FUCKING STATISTIC of incest. Another secret to keep. To push down into the deepest, darkest part of me. I just wanted to be loved. 💔 Instead I spent my whole life trying to die. The dark place had become my home, the familiar, all I knew. I've also spent a good part of my years chasing after the light.
"Run to the light Carol Anne!"
- Poltergeist
First Gel Pen Drawing
my new reality
blue
since you've been gone
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