Done! Done! Done?

Okay, so I feel like it's done, but maybe not. I'll post it even though I'm not totally sure. I have a ton of new ideas for new paintings. I need to move on from this and get on with it.

The Outcasts

I started this a while ago, and I can't get myself to finish it. It's about being different, acceptance and wanting to belong. It brought back a lot of painful memories. I went to eleven schools in twelve years. I was always the "new kid". It was hard to try to fit in when you didn't even know who you were yourself. My sisters and I became masters of transformation and observation. We would come into a new school and bam, we transformed our clothing, language, accent, whatever it took. Maybe I'll complete this soon, maybe not.