Empty Cavity

I'll call this grief art. Not grunge, grief.

My beginnings of a self-portrait art doll.
Here I am building the armature, the structural
framework for what will come next.

My posture is contemplative. I am staring down
into an empty cavity.

Where is my heart?
It looks like a black blob.
This is how I feel. Empty, hollow.

This armature will be covered with
paper mache in the coming days.

Hopefully my head will stay in place.

I really like the eerieness of the armature at
this stage with the shadows that the light has
cast, as though I have multiple arms and my
body like that of an xray. I can see through
myself, not for long.

"There are as many nights as days, and one
is just as long as the other in a years course.
A happy life cannot be without a measure of
darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose it's
meaning if not balanced by 'sadness'. -Carl Jung

Looking for balance and harmony.

Thank you for your visits and kind words.
~ Andrea

My other blog "The Way I See It"