When I'm "reflecting" about my loss, it often involves memory and longing. This piece is a metaphor for that loss and how it changes you.
Materials
Antique Mirror Plaster Acrylic Paint
Keeping The Door Open
One of my coping mechanisms since my loss is my dreams. All of the images here are things my mother and I did together, and still do in my dreams, but altered in a way that illustrates the fragmented world of dreams.
Materials
Digitally Altered Photographs Acrylic Paint
The Sea Remembers Her
An art quilt paying homage to my favorite photo of my mom, doing her favorite thing in the world.
Materials
Cotton Heirloom Fabrics Driftwood Metal Sea Glass
Between the Waves
A serene view of the ocean with a wind-blown palm, but look closer. The sea has a secret. Here I used the negative space to show the connection between my mother and I. Yes, we still see the obvious, but we also see what we lost and what we’re left with.
Materials
Photograph Ink Acrylic
Still Reaching
This piece was meant to symbolize the helplessness of grief. While there is absolutely nothing you can do to avoid the loss itself, you do eventually come up for air.
