Marching into pain How do you capture some thing that can not be seen unless it happened to you. I have lived a long life in a short span to be 48. Can we express what we need on paper to connect with others? As artist? Today I am going to march into the pain and confess my sins and my dark secrets through art. Oddly enough we do this and we are taught how to talk about it. I feel like my work screams some times but its that fallen tree in the woods but, only I can hear it because its my tree. The Invisible, My tree.