Heavy Heart (12x12 print)
I don't remember what I was thinking about when I began this piece, but I remember when I looked back at my work it was like I was looking deep into myself. The drooping, blue hue leaves that lack rigidity and vibrance bled validation that I didn't know I needed: I felt grief that day. She didn't tell me her name until I found her hiding between the stems and leaves of that cold pressed paper.
I don't remember what I was thinking about when I began this piece, but I remember when I looked back at my work it was like I was looking deep into myself. The drooping, blue hue leaves that lack rigidity and vibrance bled validation that I didn't know I needed: I felt grief that day. She didn't tell me her name until I found her hiding between the stems and leaves of that cold pressed paper.
I don't remember what I was thinking about when I began this piece, but I remember when I looked back at my work it was like I was looking deep into myself. The drooping, blue hue leaves that lack rigidity and vibrance bled validation that I didn't know I needed: I felt grief that day. She didn't tell me her name until I found her hiding between the stems and leaves of that cold pressed paper.