In a dream my father calls me from another room "clean up this baby, she has her period". He sounds disgusted. I'm afraid she will have blood on her hand. To prepare myself for this I say it's okay for babies to touch themselves. As I walk into the room I see my father's back as he goes out another door. The baby holds her bloody hand to me, pleading with her eyes for me to wash her hand. I cry as I tell her I'm going to get a washcloth and I'll be right back. I wake up knowing what my father did to me.
Pastelist
Mother Circles
MTC#3
MTC #5
Hidden Door
Tiger Lilies I
Guarding the Last of the Light
The Depth
Spring Dream, Time to Clean
A Tree to Replace the Parents
Moonlight Dance
The Neighbor's House
After the Baptism
Alone in the Hospital
Summer Morning
The Doctor's Waiting Room - 1
The Doctor's Waiting Room - 2
The Doctor's Waiting Room - 3
At the Conservatory
Board and Care
Boy Wearing Blue
Burning a Portrait of a Blind Artist
Christmas in the City
Christmas Lights
City Center
Dancing in a New Room
Earth Day
Easter Sunday
Emerging Women
He Guards the Door to Goddess Love
In Line at the Fair
Kitchen Homework
Sunlight On My Dirty Dishes
Retinal Checkerboard: A Girl's Room
I Have to Use A Cane Now
French Doors