Needs an name...... 12"x12" Oil on Wood Panel. High Texture (still drying!)

Okay, explanation for this: My art is usually highly detailed drawings, but with broken bits in my working hand it made me curious if I could use the rearrangement of said hand to get a wholly new style going..and so I got this. It's probably my favorite at the moment. Onto the rant, then shall we go? There's a story to this....

This was inspired by a little Fuck the Bastard  party I went to (and helped plan)...for this amazing gal...

 After the fun, games, music and endless margaritas I noticed her dilemma is like evryone else's. We all have those things we are taught from childhood that must be considered, and those life experiences and outside influences to counter balance the. What you have is a pure soul stuck in the inbetween, trying to blossom amidst all the conflicting scenarios, and I had just (hours before painting this) met a perfect example of a fantabulous soul, but there's that crushing chaos surrounding her again...

SO we had the party for her, and I think she knows how loved she is. As for me, my wish is that hopefully she'll grow strong and bloom, putting the chaos below her dreams so that she can achieve them, and the strangeness of starting over and the disconnected trust issues above her head at a safe distance.

It's so very hard to grow into the person one really is inside when over your head looms threats, fear, and bad memories and below are all the opinions and status quo - disassociation isn't always possible, either. That's when a strong, glorious tree gets strangled and stumped by weeds and those who would seek suffocation of dreams and hope, and they who'd harm an individual for not following the preset paths. This one soul, she's going to be alright. She's sheltered, supported, and very well thought of.

She's got a bubble of friends who love her..she'll bloom there with love and care..I hope.. ?
Alone, she can become and do *anything*. I did it in 2 hours, after returning from a party...

Now she is not alone - we all have been taught things as kids we had to reprogram our thinking to let go, and to adapt to be who we are. Life experiences change our very being every day - I do not belive that as long as outside influences can touch a person, that individual can truly be a pure spirit, unenhanced nor brought to conclusion by peer pressure and memories. It can help, or hinder. What you do with it is what matters.

Will you surround yourself with only those who wish to rise up from below and pull you down?

 Or come crashing upon your head with inescapable fury and demands?

Or maybe, just maybe, keep a small bubble about your mind and emotion that is enforced by those who want to herlp, who love, cherish and uplift you? I think we all need a bubble to really grow - what say you, my friends?

*hugs from Arkansas*

Lilli