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poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

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Anonymous said: Was your childhood poor and unstable? Sidenote: Why is your bedroom door always closed in your selfies?

iseetheblood:

ok, here we go

i was raised by a single mom. money was always a concern, though i wouldn’t say i grew up poor. but my mom definitely worked her ass off to provide a home environment for us. as a result of that i would constantly feel guilty for existing when i saw how hard she had to struggle to keep us afloat. i know she would have never wanted that but as a young kid, i always felt like i needed to apologize for my life. my dad was absent, angry, and VERY neglectful, which made me feel invisible for most of my life, like i wasn’t worthy of his time or energy.. and that stuck with me well into adulthood and has affected every one of my relationships with men, friends, teachers, etc.. plus, my mom was always working, so i often felt like i had no parents around to guide me. it wasn’t easy. i think i had to grow up very quickly and often resented my parents for that.. if that makes sense. i felt deprived.

one of the good things that came out of it was that i bonded really closely with my brother, though.

and about the bedroom door.. i like privacy :)

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iseetheblood:

iseetheblood:

idk

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Hi….:)

iseetheblood:

iseetheblood:

idk

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Hi….:)

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