Text from my journal:

Nightingale Woman
Birds fly into my face,
birds on my chest beating their wings,
birds trying to escape
my ribcage, from
beneath my dress.
Text from my journal:

Nightingale Woman
Birds fly into my face,
birds on my chest beating their wings,
birds trying to escape
my ribcage, from
beneath my dress.
Ouch, that’s a grim representation of oneself, but artful.
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Ibrahim, this sketch is not a self-portrait! I was doodling a picture of a bird stuck on a woman’s face. I had just been to an art exhibit with prints of women and birds, etchings by Kiki Smith.
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Oh in that case i take the ouch back haha. Interesting art though.
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Happy New Year. So happy to have met you here. I think we all carry a Nightingale Woman somewhere buried deep. Reminds me of the way I felt during parts of 2011. So happy to be moving forward. Here’s to 2012.
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