Almost 4 years ago, I found myself paralyzed in an abusive situation. I was a shell of my former self, with little to no hope left.
I don’t remember when I started following +Marylou Falstreau
, but her paintings and stories gave me a glimpse of a girl I once knew. One of her paintings really spoke to me, and I had to have it. But I couldn't afford it. She sent me a small print of the piece anyway. I was shocked and so grateful.
This is the story that goes with this piece...
"One day she woke up and opened her arms untying the knots tangled and turned them into golden ribbons streaming from her heart. She wondered how the simplicity of it had escaped her memory and kept her tangled in this dance for so long.
Today she dances with sunlight and the soft ocean breeze that sways trees and releases crimson petals breaking free, no longer bound to anything. She is boundless, she is as big as the ocean, she is as big as the sky, she breaks free. She is crimson like a rose petal. She breaks FREE."
I just discovered this print as I unpacked another box that has been in storage for almost 3 years. And it now has new meaning as I find myself finally independent again.
Marylou, you will never know what this print meant to me. I cannot thank you enough. xoxox