Religious LacerationReligion was stamped on my head the moment I was born. God knows how long I was forcing myself to put up a painful grin and please those beloved who raised me. For far too long I have convinced myself that it's all loving deeds, but reality slaps and breaks my wrist hard, I can no longer hold on to it. Inspired by "Kintsugi", the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. The only light source visible was the golden tears of coping. Though even yearly suffering was chaining my wings of freedom. My fingers are mended sharp for the many times I pierced my fragile ears, distancing myself from those hurtful preaching. As if beheading was easier to endure than their hate for the sin of empathy. So one day I might spill "Please listen for the first time and take these blue hydrangeas as the most sincere apologetic goodbye". This digital painting is meant to convey a message of forceful religious belief, and its toxic consequences on one's perception, as well as internal well-being. |