Os Series
A reflection on the beauty that can become of the grief and chaos of loss in life. A soft moment of peace and hope, a kind contemplation and inspiring outlook towards the future.
This painting is a lie.
It started out based on the words I wrote below, reflecting on the 9 year anniversary tomorrow of my Dad's passing, mixed with a visual of the ultrasound from trigger point injections I've been getting - you can see the muscle move in this circulation around the needle, it's fascinating - both of which I have been feeling and reflecting on lately.
This painting lies, because it doesn't have what was intended on the edges, the encroaching and outlying pain, anger, sadness, loss, defeat and anguish - from losing my Dad 9 years ago, and losing a part of myself after an accident 3 years ago, which has caused so much pain, and made me fight to be able to paint, which is my life. These struggles aren't present because as the painting took shape, it's softness and beauty took shape, and it spoke to a different meaning and essence, it rang of love and hope, despite all the other.
Solace 2020 30x30
Where grief and despair
converge in the air
around what was happiness
made purely from love
the web of life spun
an ending, yet just begun
thought lost
now seen
its unending sheen
the touch of love
doesn't wither with the finger
it surpasses all prints
not relegated to a physical imprint
love is a fire within
a spiritual forever lit glint
a smile in sorrow
love traverse all tomorrows
