Stumme skrig, tørre tårer
Silent screams, dry tears
120x96cm
Randers, 2018
Detail picture
I feel very relieved that this one is done. It's one I will show to very few people. The text on it, is poetry I wrote (in danish) and it's not something I am all that comfortable with just anyone reading. At least not until I can say it is firmly in the past. I'm not sure I like it much (ok, I don't like it much!) but it is one of the less beautiful things that also need to be heard.
It tells of how I felt, after I had some (very) teary breakdowns at school and some teachers and the Head rallied around and said they'd get me help, which essentially consisted of being put on the waiting list to see a psychologist (I will be very lucky to have that happen before I am finished the course). Not saying they weren't sweet and sympathetic; I did get to chat with one of the lecturers who taught us psychology a few times, but then after that, there was just nothing, and what I felt was an avoidance - a smile and hello in the corridor, but not asking how I was doing or anything. I think I might have freaked them out a bit! So the poetry is about feeling rather left in the lurch.
I am onto the next work, in the Deeper and Deeper series, which is being worked on while I watch either hypnosis lectures or Morse/Lewis reruns on YouTube. I'll put up a picture of it, in the next post. AND I am getting studying done as well! (with help from a great "stop-procrastinating" hypnosis track I bought online.) Things are ok for now.
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