I just had the scariest nightmare of the me in the painting strangling me woke up this morning really stressed about a blue ghosty pale Andrea lol. I think I'm resentful at being made vulnerable. Scared the person I made it for doesn't really understand or appreciate, scared of the version of me that's normally hidden. I hate being vulnerable, someone once said its like taking off your armor on a battlefield and walking up to your opponent with closed eyes and open hands... Or something. I thought about not giving it away, but it's worse to keep it to myself. and I don't want to look at it right now or think about keepin it in my apartment. I love it though. But it's too Dorian gray for me, in the regurgitation of what's inside, the very act of examining yourself can freak you out.