My seclusion thoughts were extensively about family. I had ample time to bare myself, think part by part, then embraced my fears. As a child, I had many questions. We don't choose our families, they choose us.
But, what if mine wasn't dysfunctional? If only mine was like my neighbors. If only it wasn't polygamous. If only it was normal. If only mine was love filled. If only mine had class. If only I could be proud of it. If only I could tell good tales. If only I wasn't hunted by its choices.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas