Particles of Literature

When I first read about Melinda’s year long art project focused one a tree, the tree pictured is what I imagined it would look like. The tree is all alone, desolate, and bare drowning in a river of tears.


After reading more I started seeing Melinda more like this tree; broken, a piece missing from her soul. Her other branch with sagging leaves reaching out to nothing. Beckoning for someone to notice, to see her pain, and ask why? A tiny puddle: representing the tears that will not come, the tears that would cleanse her inside and out.
The tears that would flow to her family and her former friends, touch them and help them see her once again.

Then again, after reaching then end I saw another picture. I see a picture of Melinda working on her tree; a tree that represents herself and her struggle to grow and find peace; a tree where she finds strength to stand up for her self and to let others see and believe; a tree that helps Melinda find her voice once again.