“You don’t look sick.” Those words can be said with empathy or hurled in question, but either way they are correct. While I create fiber sculptures that burst in color and joy, people don’t know howpainstaking the process is, each second a combination of skill, patience, and most often tears. In jeans, you don’t notice my scars from knee surgery or see the spaces where cartilage used to be. Pants and long sleeves hide the bruises from countless falls caused by explosions of nerve pain, crumbling my legs and hurtling me down grassy slopes or cement pavements. Depression and OCD are not tattooed on my forehead but are embedded in my brain. And countless doctors can’t give you a diagnosis for what they can’t figure out which means you can’t be “cured.” And I’m the lucky one with insurance. I march for all those who don’t, and for a healthier planet for us to heal where we have been planted and to help it heal as well, despite those who tell Mother Nature, “You don’t look sick.”
Attached is my black & white personal portrait experiencing a rare moment of peace without pain.
Websites: www.spinbobstudios.com and www.pumpkinlady.com