Inside the skin, outside the skin.
We pile on the layers and strip them away again. Wouldn’t it be so much simpler if we believed the coat we were born with were indeed the perfect fit?
This was a study for a painting that was unfortunately lost to the ages, but I still like the idea. What is outside the skin is a reflection of what we believe is inside, and whether deemed good or bad, it will come to life when we continue to feed it.
What a cool idea. It’s a shame the painting didn’t survive.
Thanks for saying so. Still, I suppose it’s better to focus on who I am and where I am today. :)