Grief
"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything." — C.S. Lewis
“Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.” —Maria V. Snyder, Storm Glass
My mother passed away on October 29th. In an instant, my world shifted. The person who molded me into the woman I am was gone. I grieve for the conversations we would never have, for the moments we would never share. This was painted on the 3rd anniversary of my mother’s passing.
"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything." — C.S. Lewis
“Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.” —Maria V. Snyder, Storm Glass
My mother passed away on October 29th. In an instant, my world shifted. The person who molded me into the woman I am was gone. I grieve for the conversations we would never have, for the moments we would never share. This was painted on the 3rd anniversary of my mother’s passing.
"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything." — C.S. Lewis
“Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.” —Maria V. Snyder, Storm Glass
My mother passed away on October 29th. In an instant, my world shifted. The person who molded me into the woman I am was gone. I grieve for the conversations we would never have, for the moments we would never share. This was painted on the 3rd anniversary of my mother’s passing.
Details
30”x40”
Acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas
