A Watery Thrust

This drawing began as a powerful propulsion of energy. I felt uncomfortable with its raw force; so I softened the heavy-handed composition, by turning it into a flowery plant. Although I felt relieved that the composition looked pretty, I failed to honor its core essence, and the thrust has been diluted. This art is not to be about making something pleasing and socially acceptable. The real art here is to remain true to the abandoned, uncomfortable parts of myself that seek expression. A primal, forceful energy is bound up in old wounds. I feel afraid to embody their power, which is actually my own.