No 13 Marion, Orange and black
Fire burns, grass grows; endings and beginnings; Fingers of light filter through – there is hope but don’t look at it too hard it is pale in comparison with the fired /blood, death/renewal. River of blood – stream of hope. Why won’t they give me hope I don’t want to cause any more pain but I love it, heroin is my lover, my pain.
No 14 Marion, Red and Blue
All the dead women, using alone, coming back in ghostly faces to haunt me, accuse me, tell me I am wrong. But I am not, it is not wrong, just illegal. How many are dead babies without mothers, men without wives/ lovers/ slaves/ mothers/whores/housekeepers/cooks/best friends/punching bags. How many roles do we play and yet we are evil and wrong. Whatever I do… they come and go – these feelings, these faces. Why wasn’t I there? They died and it was my fault – I couldn’t be heard over the men. So many dead; all my guilt – their faces come back I am so anxious, so wrong, so guilty. I am left with the least, the men have the most and now they are dead and it is my fault… Why didn’t I die too?
No 15, Mel, My Rock
My hope of feeling unconditional love after many painful relationships in which I suffered physical, mental, emotional abuse and isolation. It seemed to be a reoccurring pattern in my life until a beautiful and selfless man stepped into my life and showed me that I was lovable and worthy of being loved. He helped me come to the realisation that someone has the ability to love me; that everyone has the right and ability to love and to be loved.
No 16, Mel, Rainbow
These colours remind me on my life journey—dark past with a lot of pain behind me and rainbow—a new beginning with me finding a new purpose in life and feeling happy and grateful for the opportunity to volunteer in CAHMA, be useful and feel productive and appreciated.
No 19-22, Monica, My Cosmic Journey
These paintings represent my journey with Bi-Polar disorder. The swirls and different colours represent the daily struggles with depression and maniac symptoms, which I control with cannabis, instead of mainstream medications.
No 25, Eva-Lee, Where the Ocean Meets the Land
This painting looks like the ocean and the sand beach looking from above. I assume that is how it looks to birds they fly over The sky.
It reminds me on my connection to the nature and how good it feels when I escape from the city into wilderness and divinity of the nature.