Be My Home

"I've scoured the City for someone who feels like home.

Now, you're standing right in front me of, yet you're out of reach. 

Darling, come down from the heights of my imagination and be my home."

Some day, my relationship-related wishes will be more than conjecture and fantasy, and I will have a reasonable semblance of the love I've always dreamed of. The question remains as to whether this will be with someone I already know, or someone I've yet to meet. I can't wait to find out!

Standing right in front of me, yet out of reach

This piece in progress is of a "disappearing" man. 

It will say something like the following:

"I have scoured the city for someone who feels like home. Now, you're standing right in front of me, yet still out of reach."

The love and partnership I want still eludes me...My primary relationship is with my art, and all it encompasses -- teaching, constant stitching, updating my blog, scribbling ideas on the back of receipts, text messaging myself when inspiration strikes...

Let love come to me.

Rock, paper, scissors

Your desire for self destruction trumps my love.

Your Ghost

Sometimes, my fantasies of a person are as vivid as a relationship. I wonder sometimes if this prevents me from moving on once a relationship has changed or ended? 

I also know from painful experience that each person experiences a relationship differently. It astounds me that people can stay together for years, like my parents, who are about to hit their 40th anniversary. There must be enough overlap in their perceptions of their daily lives and their deeper spiritual connection for it to work. I have never experienced that, and still feel puzzled by most of my dating experiences. I sometimes feel as if there is no one on the other end. I wonder if this will ever change. I still struggle with feeling like my perceptions of given situations are far from what the man on the other side is experiencing. Does this mean I am too imaginative? Or have I simply met many single yet unavailable men?

Piece at top left: I wear your memories and dance with your ghost.