Skeleton
The image of a skeleton = a skull visited me few times today, first in my doodling process, then on a worksite an agent disdainfully removed a stylish skeleton pillow from a couch for a “nice” photo, muttering "yuk." Truth be told, I shared that sentiment once, seeing skulls and such in decor. Yet this morning, as I sketched absentmindedly, I found myself drawn to it, embracing it with my detail, sensing a strange peace wash over me.
In that moment, the tale of the "Skeleton Woman" surfaced in my mind. I began contemplating death and aging—how we can truly "feel it in our bones." The skeleton, death's emblem, a part of us even in life, like those unappealing facets we avoid: the darker and heavier emotions, personal or societal struggles.
As I considered these thoughts, I realised that perhaps acknowledging our inner skeletons, or facing mortality, could lead to a deeper acceptance of ourselves and our world. Therein lies the beauty of embracing what we fear, transforming it into a symbol of resilience and understanding.
Inuit tale From Darkness. About Skeleton Woman and healing thought relating :