From the ungrounded brush

Into the rush
(Gifted; copies available)

When I showed this painting to my nutritionist, H, she was struck by the faceless body diving from the boat into the deep end of the ocean. This is very much what I have been doing lately with my symptoms, focusing on my body and forgetting who I am in favor of control of the ED. The bluebird soars over the scene, narrating the crescendos with its outsider's eye.

From the morbid brush

The banks

I sketched this painting instinctively, almost deliriously, and painted it in just as detached a state of mind, though it speaks volumes about my mental state. Soaked, the girl crawls the bank of a deadened world. The water is saturated with colors, deep without ready clarity, and the burned out land proves to be just as complex; just because it is dead does not mean that it is straightforward. The bluebird draws the girl's attention to the overwhelming reaches of the tree with its tire swing, a sullen reminder of what came before: the liveliness of childhood, the color of simplicity.