Related Poem – Safe Room
As women, we are an object to be touched, held, taken at the will of men.
We are alive for them, not ourselves.
This was a milestone drawing for me, the 50th drawing in this style. I never thought I’d complete even five because I hated drawing so much when I started.
I have never loved drawing. I don’t believe I’m terribly good at it and prefer to paint.
But I forced myself for some reason, in 2018, to draw something every day for a time.
And I became attached to the practice.
It became my meditation when I was emotionally unhinged.
It became my escape from relationship stress.
It became a haven for me to hide out from “bad guys” in my life.
I missed some days eventually, but I managed to finish a whole sketchbook. I never thought I would do that in my life.
And this was the last drawing in that sketchbook, my Madonna.
I love this drawing. I tried out using a silver marker (I couldn’t find gold and it was the middle of the night) for a change.
And I love her.
It does entertain me, some have told me they think she is Jesus. I get a good laugh at that. Maybe she is.
