Second session with M_____ S_____. She arrives, desperate to work. The clothes fall to the floor, she takes poses all over the paper.
M___ was feeling crazy . . it had been the first day of spring term at Parsons. She's been anxious about her classes, friends . . everything.
I chose the big brush as a way of letting out her angst. She moved all over the page, upside down, back, behind. She seemed to be spelling out
something very dark.
I did my work, tried to hear what she was saying. Deep from a tangle of branches, out of a caged bundle of dark energy, her hands fly up.
A call for help.
