Wednesday, June 3, 2009

At 43

Here I am. 43 years old. I have spent a lot of time today scanning my schoolgirl photos. I look at the face peering back at me and think, "Who is this girl?" I do not recognize her anymore. I have shed more than a few tears for her. Why? You might ask. Well, that is what I intend to explore. Who I am. Why I feel sadness when I see my young self.

I am 16 in this photo.

I was struck by the sparkle that I see in my eyes. When I look in the mirror now, I no longer see it. And I was intrigued when I captured it in this pencil sketch action I used in Photoshop:

So I am making a commitment to myself to answer these questions with my writing and with my art.


Pherenike said...

Im sure the sparkle is still there, if you dont see it, keep looking and I know you will be rewarded.

When I saw your profile pic I actually thought Northern Virginia looked a lot like NZ!

S. said...

Ensure that your heart and your life are traveling in the same direction and the person in your photographs and, more importantly, the person looking back at you in the mirror, will be recognizable.

Learn to love yourself from the inside out. What you see on the outside is really the least important part of who we are anyway.

Happy Birthday!

S. Burns

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart." - Helen Keller

Deborah said...

Awe, you just need to make friends with her...figure out what parts of her you want to reunite with...make stronger. There is a lot of good about aging. I LoVe the season I am in. Excellent step signing up for the course! **blows kisses** Deb

Nic Hohn said...

You know, as artists we have the best tools to go on a trip of discovery, journey within and find out those answers....