Caricatures . . . More Inner People

~ Sandi Staton

img393 A martian with green hair and antennas would have fit into society better than I did growing up. Having red hair and freckles didn’t help much either. I was targeted for torment and ridicule throughout school, even by the teachers. I didn’t understand such blatant cruelty. I just knew how ugly and stupid I felt.

Makeup covered my freckles but it couldn’t cover the ugly scars etched deeply in my heart. I was wounded for life . . . till many years later I looked deep inside and decided to love myself . . . warts and all

Art and music help me communicate my feelings that I can’t always express with words. That’s why I enjoy creating caricatures so much. I can be who I’ve always wanted to be but was too afraid.

So here’s to my “coming out” party . . .

Caricature Sandi 8AThe first time I saw this photo I wanted to burn it. But I decide to create a caricature from it instead . . .

Next Halloween I’m gonna set Maggie on a broom and turn her loose.

Caricature Sandi 7Bert is my emotional body guard. She’s rough and tough and doesn’t take hurt and abuse from anyone any more.

Ginger wanted to be a hairstylist so she went to Beauty School. However, between working a full-time job and raising a family, she decided that all she really wanted was to be a stay-at-home mom. So she quit both job and Beauty School and never looked back.

Matty is an introvert. She likes playing the piano and spending hours at the computer. Like her dad, she doesn’t care for social gatherings, hates drama, and would rather have a tooth pulled without an anesthetic than be in a crowded room.

Alexandria is an artist. She sees beauty in everything, even a frog with warts.

Karen is an idealist. She believes that everyone should work as a team, follow the rules, and never harm a living thing.

Sondra carries her heart on her sleeve. When she was a child and someone looked at her cross-eyed she’d cry, and cry, and cry . . . .

Finally, Dee-Dee, as her grandchildren call her, is the one I’ve come to love. She’s soft and gentle, fun and playful, honest and true. She’s been through Hell and back trying to figure out who the heck she is. Now that she knows she’s living the rest of her life happy and content just being herself.

Well that’s it for now. Best wishes from me and all my people.

Below are the photos that I used to create my caricatures. Thanks for stopping by. All likes and comments are appreciated.

Published by Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.