Featuring Me, Mysef, and I... a recreation of how it feels within my thought process at times. Sometimes it is positively intrusive within my prayer process, again it is usually to the effect of better rather than worse. Especially in my younger years, I often found myself overlwhelmed by the problems faced by others (animals and nature included), but I was often discouraged by the most of the older mentors around me to release their needs and pleas from being another weight of responsibility upon my heart, let alone my shoulders. I was never able to successfully do this... On the other hand, I would at times, too, find myself concerned with potential probelms I felt I faced. I felt helpless and temporarily directionless at times back then, but thankfully for me there was peace and direction to be found in prayer. Ah, an ode to Phillipians 4:6.
 
       These two layers cover up the bottom layer of what this canvas frame was going to have...a canvas with three women (me, myself, and I) praying. However, a decision to use a blue background to allow for the next step to carry on changed what was once a melancholic image to one that was unexpectedly and overwhelmingly triggering as a reminder to the unfortunate fate of some of my ancestors in this planets ocean waters. Unnaccepting of the idea of the canvas being left  in this state for the time being to haunt me day in and day out as I passed it, I decided to paint over it but I truly had no idea as to what would come of its future.
 
      I took a moment away from the canvas... I would later paint over it one morning when I woke up, and it was completed within the span of an hour for the approximately two top layers you now see.....