My mother’s death in 2012 opened a door for me into the deepest levels of my psyche though it took me about six months to process her death enough to realize how much the biggest sorrow of my life – losing custody of my children – had its roots in the abuse I’d endured. Facing that broke my heart all over again but in that way one hears spoken about, in the way that the heart must break to let the light in. It was her death – she being the last of the adults that had been connected with my history… and the only one of them to even hint that anything ‘wrong’ had ever happened – that allowed me to stand and face the feelings I’d been carrying for my whole life in a reasoned way and to create the collages that you see here.
When that light broke through what I saw was how much a part of humanity my story was/is and how my story could have been the story of countless millions of other women. It was the beginning of a very palpable sense of oneness with all of humanity. (framed)