Self portrait 3
This is a particularly resonant piece for me since it combines the nostalgia of my childhood with a what feels like a clear metaphor for my condition. In this piece I'm lying on the couch in my family's living room - a couch I often slept on as a very young girl too afraid to sleep alone upstairs. I can still feel the odd texture of the upholstery although my parents got rid of the couch a few years ago. My dad and I have spent spring afternoons searching for morels since I was only a little older than I was during my phase on the couch. Something about the odd forms of the mushrooms and the moist, decaying soil from which they usually grow is easy for me to relate to.