18x24 oil on linen... Once upon a time when I was in therapy, I called my mother and asked her what kind of child I was, as I have little to no memory of my youth. She replied... "You were perfect". After questioning her as to how I could be perfect, she explained that I was always quiet, could be taken anywhere and remained un-noticed, and that when at home I stayed in my room... quietly. I was appalled by her response and wondered how she could consider this perfect when it seemed a bit abnormal to me... So, this painting is meant to show me, as a child, being perfect. Dysfunction at its finest!!
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