She is anything but pretty. Sort of rat-like, really. Yet I find myself oddly drawn to her. Her eyes are deeply sad and I like how the shading turned out with the dark brown (paint and distress ink) against the milky white. I started thinking that she stands for the uglier parts of me, the Shadow. Much of life is about accepting and integrating the Shadow, so it seems appropriate that I should love her a little. I don't love her as much as I do my other journal entries, but the fact that I love her at all is progress I think. (Acrylic, Distress Ink, and Pen on water color paper)
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