Sometimes it is human to find ourselves in situations that make us feel vulnerable. Home is supposedly a place of love, of union, of equilibrium; but what happens when this safe place is threaten or broken? We have a house or a structure but it is not a home anymore.
My painting “Gimme Shelter” is in response to that feeling. Yes, we have a place to sleep, to guard ourselves from the weather, from strangers but it can also be a very lonely and cold place, it can feel painfully empty and disconnected from our DNA for many reasons: domestic violence, a lackluster relationship, addiction, fights, it may be communication breakdown, routine, nothing exciting waiting for us when we turn the key on that knob. Who knows what else! But….we want to be sheltered. Don’t we? A physical structure can’t offer that. Not for our souls. That can only be obtained with LOVE. That is what will give us shelter. If LOVE is not flowing free we feel vulnerable, ostracized, dejected.
Right now I am blessed to feel sheltered, but It wasn’t always like that. I’ve felt many times homeless in my house. But it has been transitory, situations that I created from my lack of self-love and aimless goals. Now I’m steadily growing, I am maturing, and I’m loving myself more. I am grateful but I know that I am also vulnerable, still at risk because things can change for anybody at any time but for as long as I can, I want to be sheltered, not only by those I love but by me because only then I’ll be able to give it back in its entirety.
The painting above represents a weary soul in the form of a woman. She is clearly in distress. We don’t know if she is inside or outside. The white gives a sense of snow but also of white empty walls. All we know is that she is lonely, cold, and suffering. The look-alike window and door are colorful probably b/c outside is sunny but it is a world far-reaching and more abstract than tangible. The eye is the observer that perhaps knows what she feels but can’t do much about it possibly because, in a way, this observer also feels the same.