Drie selfportraits/collages/ about the time my parents divorced and the darkness and the impotence and the heaviness and the fear that I have been carrying with me since then and what I have been doing with EMDR and so on in 2019.
Processing, letting go and all that.
At the end of January I flashbacked again and then it was time for this small series of collages.
A tribute to the Marielle of that time.
The dark is allowed to be there and carry it with your light.
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?

Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won’t you open up your eyes?

Look around, round (round, round, round) (Round, round, round, round, round) Look around, round, round (round, round) (Round, round, round, round, round) Look around

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence, won’t you let me see you smile?
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play

Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?

-the Beatles