Okay, I confess. My dark side is maybe only a slightly murky side. Darth Vader wouldn't pay attention to me at all or try to tempt me further over. My cat has a darker dark side than I do. I am perpetually nice, promoting that silly Canadian stereotype everywhere I go. I have been told things like, "You need to find your inner bitch"; "All of your paintings are so happy, you need to experiment out of your comfort zone"; and "I don't know how you do it. I could not be as nice." I am who I am. I don't try to be this way and I don't try to be different. But don't underestimate me, I'm not weak. I bend instead of breaking and I will bend a little further than others might before I spring back up and shake off the weight of trouble.
I don't know how a woman is supposed to find her inner bitch and to be honest I don't want to. But I decided it wouldn't hurt to check out my artistic dark side. It's still not very dark. In fact it's looking damn colourful.
a dysfunctional marriage
So even when I get a bit dark I still choose colours I love. I like to think that's representative of my persistent optimism and my strength. I will survive and I will thrive. It's in my colours.