For the last six months I have been artistically stagnant. I chose instead to focus my time and energy on a man... a man I thought I was in love with. And then one day I learned about his lies... in a matter if minutes I realized I had no idea who this man really was. I was stunned, shaken, angry and honestly a little scared! That very day I rallied my closest friends waited for him to leave the house and abandoned ship never to look back.
It's been a month since then and as the days have passed I continue to struggle with my emotions, its hard to even put into words... Some kind of a mix of confusion and anger, relief, anxiety and embarrassment... This was a man who said he wanted to build a future together and I believed him... was he planning on maintaining these lies for a lifetime? And if he's capable of that what else is he capable of? My mind is stirring my emotions are turbulent and in the past my answer to times like these would be to pour myself into quilting... To work it all out through fabric, blood, sweat and tears... But not this time... This wound is unlike any I've had before and it has cut me very very deep... All I can say for sure is I'm stuck on the image of a burning house... So for now I'm just riding this emotional wave and waiting to see where this latest inspiration will lead me.