'Suicide' is a word that most people talk about in hushed whispers or that some find unable to say at all. It often makes people feel uncomfortable, emotional, distressed, angry even and they try to hold it out at arms length in the hope that it won't reach out and touch them in some way.
Never in a million years did I think I would find myself seriously contemplating suicide but the excruciating pain I experienced the last couple of years brought me to my knees and had me questioning whether I could make it through one more minute let alone one more day.
Even though my pain levels have dropped significantly I still find myself creating pieces which reflect the intense pain I experienced at the height of my facial neuralgia. Almost as though it's something inside of me that I need to get out, to express in some way.
This piece depicts part of that journey of the wanting to let go . . . . . of the person I was slipping away. I have chosen to display it on the wall in my studio next to my 'Love' sign for it was love that pulled me through.
