When my dear Mom passed, my friend Jean said it would be a solid year of grieving. I have lost family and close friends, but never imaginable, the loss of my first real angel. It was a solid year. Throw in the pandemic and the realization that our teen children were about to leave the nest was borderline debilitating. Grief presented itself in puzzling manners. The notion of time was suspended, unreal.
Loss was a negative force in my life. It was crushing. I was an insufficient dad, husband, teacher and friend. I stopped making thoughtful artwork.
Emerging from losing her was a gradual return from darkness. Some happier thoughts and big ideas. Maybe a return to a decent dad, friend, and husband.
Leaving the Nest. 2023 Acrylic on Panel
Don't Touch me I'm Broken. 2023 Acrylic on Panel
Starboy(Son of God?) 2023 Acrylic on Panel
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