At some point I began to realize that it was my own feelings about myself that needed reckoning and healing. Mom used to say, “Wendy, you don’t like yourself!” I thought she was nuts. I thought she didn’t know what on earth she was talking about. It was shocking to finally realize she was right

It was just after my 40th birthday when I looked in the mirror and saw a little girl in an old woman's face staring at me. The image was unbearable and the shock of recognition was profound. My spirit demanded that I grow up!

I desparately want to see and experience all aspects of myself — the good, the bad, and the ugly. And I want to feel good about what I see. So I ask: Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I fair at all?

My hope is that my artwork reflects the inner person I once buried — balanced, whole and comfortable in her own skin.

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