Celestial Sea Painting

For the sake of transparency and full disclosure, I'm gonna admit I had no idea I had this in me until a stint a McLean Hospital due to a bipolar related psychotic break. I discovered art therapy. I found it to be extremely cathartic. I kinda lost myself to it...to the play of colors intermingling on canvas...how it all flowed...like an primal dance of emotion woven into a tumultuous sorta life. Hours would go by, but it'd only ever felt like minutes. When all was said and done, I'd feel spent...almost as though I'd transferred my psyche directly into whatever it was I'd created. It's a heady, addictive experience. A way to self-medicate without any of the typical destructive consequences. Admittedly, this process has resulted in an unusually strong emotional bond to each piece. So...the prospect of severing the link of physical proximity is causing me a bit of distress...as I feel like everything I create is a fragmented snippet of my innerspace...or what I feel defines the core me (if that makes any sense). I know this is a ridiculous sentiment, but I want to be sure each piece has a suitable home. I want to feel secure they'll all be with people who resonate and identify with each piece on every level, with every fiber of their being. Hence why I've not yet made any of my original pieces available to buyers. Like I mentioned earlier, I feel most of the pieces I create are pure, raw emotion in tangible, interpretable form personifying the alien worlds churning within my weird girly noggin, and not meant for just anyone. Can you dig?