acrylics on canvas
53 X 73 cm
i have no voice.
i won't go into great detail over this latest round of illness, but whatever it is my lymph glands, which never reduced from november, are involved. there must be something with my immune system that someone is missing, but i digress.
oh, i have shades of what should be my voice, what will return as my voice as far as i know. i am reminded of when mom was on a ventilator and had no voice. she communicated by way of dry-erase board. i am not quite *there*, thank you Lord.
i am reminded of how people can communicate via body language, sign language, or facial expressions...through the written word. can you imagine losing your voice for the rest of your life - how would it make you feel, being unable to talk on the telephone...sing with your children?
sing in the car?
what about those who cannot speak for themselves and have no one to speak for them?
how quiet i feel today, i think it makes me feel contemplative even if i didn't feel so when i first woke up. how would you feel if you had no voice, what would you do to compensate for it?
how would i feel to remain this quiet, always?