My mother passed away last week. I was able to travel to Portland to be with her for a bit before her death, but arrived home two days before she passed. In the few hours we were all waiting as she struggled with breath, I painted two works, which I’ve digitally combined here in a work called, “The Passing”.
Death brings with it so many unexpected changes. Where there was once a life that filled space, there is emptiness. I’m writing specifically about physical space, but there is the emotional as well. Shifting energies and breath lifting her away in the wind. This is for my mother.