Dandelion Bird.
This is a new painting for the show in Puerto Rico. The title is Dandelion Bird. In this painting I wanted to fuse three main elements in a very organic way: a dandelion a bird and the body of a woman. This painting is dedicated to my friend Debra and it’s about all the feelings that I have experienced since her departure.
Dandelion seeds.
My friend Debra’s departure has left an empty space in my heart. I miss her so much. It’s hard to believe that I will never see her again in person. It’s a painful feeling of emptiness. We had a plan of going somewhere together to celebrate my 40th birthday, maybe Mexico or Cuba. I thought that she was going to live to be 100 just like her Mom. But those are very limited and materialistic thoughts. When I go beyond those kinds of thoughts I find myself in a much deeper place. I realize that Debra is more present than ever in my life. There is not a day when I don’t think about her. Any departure is hard to accept but we eventually learn that nothing really important ever goes away.
Like the delicate dandelion seeds in the air, Debra’s spirit is everywhere in my life. Those tiny seeds of my friend’s absense are planting a beautiful new garden in my soul. Tiny flowers blossom in it every time I think about her. I know that as that garden grows bigger and bigger the hole in my heart will feel smaller and smaller. Frienship never dies in the absense of your friend. It only takes a different form in your mind. It becomes pure love making its magic through your days. Debra will be with me forever.
You have a great heart, and your art is beautiful.
Beautiful thoughts and wonderful art. Friends are so special no matter how they are present in ones life.
I am so sorry for your loss, I feel with you as you gave us the opportunity to go with you through this sad time.
I don’t know if you know this poem by Elizabeth Frye, which was written in 1932 and which, in my opinion, fits in quite good:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
That’s such a beautiful poem Elizabeth.
Thank you so much for sharing it. I love it.
that is how i feel about the loved ones of mine that have left their mortal bodies
Che grandi parole hai scritto oggi. La tua arte esprime perfettamente ciò che provi.
un abbraccio
nunzia
Thank-You for this wonderful explanation, Elsita. This is exactly my experience since Bronwyn passed away. I love your painting.
Es una obra preciosa me encanta el fondo y todos los detalles en rojo, son muy refinados. Tambien la motivacion del tema elegido.
Thanks a lot! Post is great!
When a our friends leave this earth, they leave behind a tiny bit of themselves in our hearts. You took the pain of the loss of your friend and magically transformed it into art. It’s beautiful.
This painting is so beautiful, expressive, fine…it reminds me of an old painting, Renaissance maybe…because of the background, the colours, the delicacy and movement of the figure…it´s so wonderful.
I love your words and I believe that in some way your friend will always be with you.