I like to confront fear. I like to try and label it, break it down, and then infuse it with beautiful aspects to alchemize it into a language that I can learn and transform myself with.
When I was a child I remember being terrified of the dark. There were years of sweaty, anguished nights underneath the covers chanting my mothers words that there was nothing to be afraid of. One night I knew the only way to move beyond it was to let the unknown envelope me. I pushed all the covers off the bed onto the floor so I would not be able to get to them. I laid there on my back totally exposed, the black negative void ready to take me in.
Most recently spiders and my visceral fear of them has been a theme of interest. By examining the divided structures of their bodies, abstracting them and imbuing them with glittered ink and color these hairy hellacious beasts become precious, approachable (sometimes testicular) Pokemon-esque harbors of light. Any anxiety evoking form can be a messenger, tool or vehicle to understand our fears.