Wednesday, August 5, 2009
THE LITTLE MAN
oil on canvas
I don't feel much like painting. I've just been dragging myself around the house. I didn't realize grief runs in cycles. You have a cleansing, deep sob, get up and do some stuff and then it begins again, with a sick, empty feeling that rises up and chokes you until you spew out pain in the form of tears. Weird. I know it's an open wound, but I sure am looking forward to the scab forming. I promise not to fill up post after post with gloom and sadness. I am making a concerted effort to celebrate his having been with us for so long. These three paintings were among my first pet portrait efforts. I can't imagine why I let them go. I guess I thought he would live forever.
Thank you so very much for all of the comforting words everyone. I cannot tell you how much they helped. Himself and I read them together, blubbering all the while.