Whispers

‘Each neuron, whispering to the next,
Each axon carrying a spark of self,
I am a whispered conversation in the labyrinth of my mind.’

 

This was another painting I created for the Month of Love. I really loved this Month of Love’s theme: Secrets. It brought to mind all the little pieces of ourselves that we hide from ourselves or build upon; millions of little truths that make us who we are. Some lost in dark corridors of our psyche and some that spark brightly and become more real. We hide secrets from ourselves every moment, and we share secrets with ourselves as well.

What makes us who we are is an elaborate web of sparks, of smoke, of whispered little truths.