“Tormented Girl” by Pablo Picasso depicts… well… a hilariously grotesque tormented girl.

I’ve never really been much of a Picasso fan. I guess I just don’t get it. I’d love to spend time with a true Picasso connoisseur who could answer my questions about this painting. Like, does she have four eyes? And what’s that on top of her head? And what’s up with her breasts? What’s wrong with her teeth? Questions like that.
Is the girl in the painting ME?
Today, as I sit here and type, I am not tormented in the least. I’m pleased with just about everything – my hair color, the bowl of pasta I’m eating right now, my relationships… I’m even somewhat comfortable with my own body at this very moment. (I may edit that sentence after I finish this bowl of pasta.)
Last May, I celebrated 16 years of sobriety. That counts for much.
If someone were to walk up to me right now, engage me in conversation, and then evaluate my mental health, the last thing they would say would be, “Wow. Karen sure is tormented.”
Okay, so maybe not today. But am I EVER the girl in the painting?
I admit it. I go through times of torment. In fact, the truth is, I’m usually smoldering. Coals perpetually glowing deep down inside. The kind that flash when least expected, setting off raging, destructive forest fires.
Why the torment, huh?

More:

http://www.yareah.com/magazine/index.php/arts-arte/499-tormented-girl-by-pablo-picasso

Her bio:

Karen Haley works as a technical writer in Northern California. Her passions include classical piano, interior design, and the San Francisco Giants. She is a mother to Niccole, a grandmother to Izic, and a girlfriend to Brian. Her interviews and stories have appeared in publications including The Pacific Union Recorder and The Gleaner. She has contributed how-to articles for the ezine TechTrax (http://www.mousetrax.com/). Read her blog, IMNSHO, at http://karen051793.blogspot.com/.