Friday, February 4, 2022
"lost"
This process painting has been centered around the trauma of the loss of my daughter. I lost her in utero to domestic violence in December of 2015, three days after Christmas. I recently started to actually grieve. It has been six long years of not grieving, dreaming of who she would be at age two, age five, etc. Those dreams died with her. And that is an unbearable grief.
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