The Gentle Hum of Anxiety - SOLD
18” w x 36” h, acrylic on canvas (buyer pays all shipping costs).
As a widow, and as much as I may ever be at peace, the prospect of something happening to my girls lurks just beneath the surface. That fear, the most primal I have, often sits on the sidelines of the frame as I make progress learning how to live with grief and love. As you see the darkness creep in, and mingle with, the calming strokes of the white and pale orange, you feel the energy that builds in me that can be set off by something seemingly innocuous, like talking to my girls and hearing pain in their voice, or knowing they’re having a bad day. It’s like, no matter how calm things are, trusting that peace is difficult, because a part of me, as a single parent, is always hyper-aware of the circumstances surrounding my children.
18” w x 36” h, acrylic on canvas (buyer pays all shipping costs).
As a widow, and as much as I may ever be at peace, the prospect of something happening to my girls lurks just beneath the surface. That fear, the most primal I have, often sits on the sidelines of the frame as I make progress learning how to live with grief and love. As you see the darkness creep in, and mingle with, the calming strokes of the white and pale orange, you feel the energy that builds in me that can be set off by something seemingly innocuous, like talking to my girls and hearing pain in their voice, or knowing they’re having a bad day. It’s like, no matter how calm things are, trusting that peace is difficult, because a part of me, as a single parent, is always hyper-aware of the circumstances surrounding my children.