new painting } it’s you, not me
Sometimes men hurt me.
No. Many times men hurt me. But most of all I hurt myself. And it’s now time to fix this slightly chipped Ghadah, seriously. I’m seeing a therapist and I’m approaching my healing process (the one I should’ve started six or so years ago) with the gusto of someone about to assemble a new piece of IKEA furniture. It will be systematic, deliberate, pragmatic and full of note-taking. I’m getting an A+ on this, you’ll see.
Something sort of like this. My son Khaled and I have been playing around with my drawings/paintings on his programing app Unity Engine.