Mistakes

I painted this picture a long time ago, but I kept putting it off. And it's not that I'm afraid that some people won't like it. It's hard for me to put it out there for personal reasons. It's like I'm showing you a piece of my soul that I've always hidden under safe deadbolts and never showed anyone. I support the feminist movement. Especially in promoting domestic violence law. Why? Because I've encountered it in my life. This picture is like a piece of my memory, ennobled and filled with flowers so you can let guests in there. My father used to raise his hand to my mother. I don't know how to soften that phrase, it sounds awful in any version. I was 3 1/2 years old when my mom left my dad. But I remember EVERYTHING. She had no protection. She wouldn't have a defense even now, because in Russia you only get a fine for domestic violence. Once my father tried to trick me out of day care, but he didn't succeed. And then he almost strangled my mother right at a public bus stop. And he didn't get anything for that, either. Fortunately, we never saw him again. Victims of domestic violence are most often sympathized with. But no one thinks about the irreparable damage it causes to the mental health of children. I hope my painting will change the world at least a little bit. Because the true purpose of an artist is to illuminate the problems in society. That's it for me.