This piece is the result of a letter that I wrote during a grief management session, where I was to write to the ones that I had lost. I have turned that letter into a painting, in hopes of filling in the gaps where words failed me. I sought to delve into the depths of my grief, using the exercise of creating as a form of mourning. Through the process, I aimed to use different techniques as tools for storytelling.
Size: 106cm (45.75in) X 150cm (59in)
Material: Watercolor, Gouache, silver leaf on paper
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"I walked through many doors... I was tripping through multiple lifes"
The last thing he wrote
Coming undone
Out of the coma comes a note
In grief, I can't tell up from down
