The beginning of my renderings of stencils for my next art piece…gonna be of music legends with mix mediums and old recycled goods…so beautiful outside in my outdoor art studio…with the boat dock in the back
6 months guys….6 surgeries done. 2-3 more to go.
Never in my life I thought that I would almost be inducted into the 27 club with amy, jimi, and the greats. Flat lining twice on my 27th birthday, was schedule in my birthday event planner’s handbook.
Tragedy can come at the most unexpected times in life, leaving the hospital I was scared to look at myself. All I saw when I looked was an unrecognizable face on what felt like my broken body.
She was a monster to me, she was swollen so bad that it was hard to look at. Her mouth was wired shut, with 4 jaw fractures and 2 metal implants. She had a arm in a cast because with the drastic fall she also snapped and fractured her left arm, also with another implant.
So much screaming and freight , when I realized that “she” was me. At that moment all the medicine wore off, and I saw what was reality. A broken beyond repair it seemed, staring at a stranger that was suppose to me.
I hid, I cried and all I wanted was my old self with all the flaws that I was born with. My fears haunted me and kept me awake with flashbacks of not the accident but seeing what reflected back in the mirror. I was scared that what I saw staring back, would never leave. The person that I was , always going to be a vision of my past.
Fast forward to today right at this moment. I am overwhelmed, I am grateful, I am anxious, and I am still in the unknown. Today I have hope. What I failed to realized that the stranger staring back at me when I first got out of the hospital, was suppose to guide me to finding my inner strengths, passions, and beauty despite what the traditional society expectations of beauty is.
I am human, I still struggle. I avoid cameras at times, I don’t smile as much in pictures. With time though, that smile will reappear, it comes out know every now and then.
The human spirit and soul is a lot more resilient than we give it credit for. I was blessed with a strong fighting spirit that just won’t give up. Therefore, I am thankful.
Some have asked, a few months ago I was in a huge freak fall that caused me to break my jaw in three places that shattered all my teeth, and fractured my left arm (which I am suppose to have surgery on again soon). How I can be so upbeat, truth is it’s really difficult and scary at times. I still have nightmares, flat lining twice on my 27th birthday in the ICU still haunts me.
Imagine not recognizing yourself in the mirror…that was something truly hard to overcome.
What gets me by is the blessings that I am still breathing, the support of amazing friends and family.
Young girls that depends solely on their looks to get by, my advice one day it could be all gone then what do you do?
It is important to make yourself beautiful inside to match the outside, so when the outside is gone….you still have something to feel a sense of self worth. Enriching your spirit/faith, and educating yourself is truly one of the most important lessons I can pass on.
It’s proven to be true, my arm was wired shut and I had a robo cop arm brace thing on….and the unexpected happened the last thing I would ever think when I felt like I looked so miserable somehow kept my spirit I fell in LOVE.
So, I made it a point not to sleep tonight because I am a. scared b. stressed about the oral surgery tomorrow. About the pain, and the outcome…plus I go to the hospital monday so they can prepare for the redo of my arm surgery cause the metal rods broke through my skin…gross I know.
Like I said previously I’ve been rearranging my small very limited space of a room. Usually I have a separate room as a closet , make up , and office. Now its all in one bedroom so i have to get creative with decor and storage….making vintage dresses wall decor and what not. In addition going through storage that my parents put away of my belongings from years ago (i feel like a hoarder) …and dumping out the unnecessary.
Besides that and blogging what seems to be like a million blogs(sorry folks for over saturating your news feeds, give a gimpy girl a break).
I started to draw …reminder i double majored in studio arts. Post college did not do anything drawing painting or photography related (well photography , cause i was in front of the lenses). Somehow as of late , my brain which is a muscle….muscle memory decided to rear its head no pun, and I have been creating art i haven’t tried in years.
I love charcoal , its so easy to manipulate and flowing. I love how it smudges. I love the black and white high contrast it gives. It feels more dramatic yet so simple. So i took an hour created “distorted faces” mostly charcoal with some watered down and mix medium in some pastel. Rendered the edges slightly on my pixalator….so here is tonights recovery doodle.
I zoned out with my charcoal and sketch book for an hour in between