March, 2007
Acrylic on Canvas 24" X 18"
At the time I painted this painting, I did not have a physical lover, yet, I met my lover, and we were very physical. He is the male of me, showing me some wonderful places which I did not know existed inside of me. He absolutely loves me and I him. I hold him in my arms, melting my heart. I tell him everything and anything and he still loves me. This man exists inside of me. For I am feminine and he is masculine and yet we met becoming one.
Clearly, the painting on the top, as now seeing it today, also applies to this posting. This painting is titled "Can You See Me Now", which also takes me to the place of my poem "For the love of". Yet, it seems that all of my paintings actually arose from this posting.
After reading this posting, I am wondering if this being whom I am describing, actually is real, as a physical being. Or, we just killed each other spiritually/physically in order to be able to see more clearly. I read that "soul mates" do not exist. It is only possible to love yourself. How arrogant that sounds! Yet, if life is just an illusion, then it would make sense. "Life is but a dream". To enjoy life, in all it's entirety, would be so boring if we did not have someone to share it with. So, even if it is a dream, why not love it and cherish it with all your heart! It appears too many people are more concerned with dying than living.
A wonderful quote that I love is, "I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not".
If I did not love myself, then who else would love me?
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