This is my paint-tree and I got it done shortly after I turned 18 two years ago. I get asked quite frequently if it’s a cherry blossom tree, and it’s not. It has a lot more meaning to it than it actually looks like. It is a self reflection of my life growing up verbally and physically abused and how I used art as my way of getting away from the pain I felt. The splattered effect is meant as an accidental splash on a page of my mothers life, because I wasn’t planned.