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What Are You Made Of? V - ORIGINAL

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What Are You Made Of? V - ORIGINAL

500.00

Original 12"x24" oil and acrylic on wood board. 2" deep and ready to hang. Sealed under a protective spray. This original painting is signed by Sienna and includes her poem below. (scroll down).

One of a kind. No prints made.

Alternate name: "How Did You Sleep, Babe?"

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What Are You Made Of?

-By Sienna Morris

You are more beautiful because you have been bold enough

to do the hard and dirty work

to dig

elbow deep in your own guts,

sifting through yourself to see what's there and to name the pieces.

The beauty is in the dark things found

and in the finding.

You have faced the putrid agent of your fear and pushed it aside to see what was hiding beneath.

Shining worlds of possibilities, flourishing behind a tiny scary thing.

You gleam and are polished from the work.

Beauty in the finding.

It is very unlike refilling an excavated hole

You are more than you were before taking out the pieces to inspect them.

Something has been added.

You sought out your limits, and pushed yourself against them

Gently, or with abandon

You found your edges,

and you found how not to be cut by them.