TwelveMay 11, 2025Materials: Art Panel, black + white photo, gouache, acrylic gel medium Original + Print available Original is A4 size: 210 mm x 297 mm / 8.3 in x 11.7 in Print is A3 size: 297 mm x 420 mm / 29.7 cm x 42 cm / 11.7 in x 16.5 in Two Print options are available: $35Coated Matte paperPrinted in Lewes, UK300 gsmArchival 4-color inkSigned $45 Coated Photographic Satin paperPrinted in Lewes, UK300 gsmArchival 4-color inkGiclee printSigned The Story: True story.These get harder the further back I go because now the only person who knows it all is my husband. I never talk about these underage ones. It took me a while to be in the headspace to write this. My family went to visit our friends and we spent the night. All the kids slept in the same room. I’m a back sleeper. I woke up in the morning to her, one of our friends, on top of me. Her hands were under my shirt and she was grinding on top of me. I froze, disoriented. I thought it was a dream. I stayed still at first and then when it became too much I started to slowly perform waking up movements. She scampered off of me and away back to where she’d been sleeping on the floor.I got up to ‘use the bathroom’ and immediately went and told my mom. Nothing was said after that but we left a day early. It was a long, confusing drive home. We never went back or saw them after that. A part of me can’t believe how many stories I have. I’m still not done. And I die a bit inside knowing that I’m not unique, which means that most of the people I know must also have more than one story. It’s them I’m sharing these for.You never ‘get over’ something. It just becomes a part of your cloth as you move forward. I often wonder who I would be without these experiences. I found it hard to be friends with girls after that and didn’t really let many close to me for a long time. What or who did I miss or miss out on? I love the life I have now and where I am/who I’ve become. But she gets no thanks for this.
