Reflection on one's self often produces and image that is hard to recognize. So often I look at what my original intention was and painfully go through the path in my mind to the end point of relationships, business situations, parenting skills and find that I am very glad that I do not golf. The intended end point versus the final end point vary from degrees to ballparks. I spent sometime recently remembering promises. Promises I had made to others and also and more importantly the promises that I had made to myself. There was no skipping down that trip to memory lane. It brought back the childhood phase that would be professed when you really wanted to know something and you promised not to tell a single soul, "Swear to God, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." I opened the drawer of unkept promises and felt sad. My intentions really were good I kept thinking but you know what they say about good intentions.
Introspection is like house cleaning, some do it more than others, and then there are those that live the life of that bull barreling through the china shop, they never look back. I hope I always remember to look back.
The Long Hard Road of Good Intentions is a mixed media piece which stands about 3 1/2 feet high. She is currently hanging out at the Box Gallery in Akron above Summit Art Space on the third Floor. I hope she encourages you to look at yourself, it is the only way to change.
This is a detail of the piece showing the needles inserted into the wax eyeballs.