This is not how I expected my portrait to turn out. Don’t you think you should refund my money? I cannot hang this on my wall. Although I can make out parts of my face I resemble a distorted collage not a lovely young woman, or even an older woman for that matter.
Were you paying attention to the story that old man was telling instead of painting me? Did you do what he said? Did you fill a plastic bin with water to represent tears? Did you put in 5 Legos or 5 objects to represent denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance? Did you seal the lid and hold the box in front of you moving it side to side to disturb the water? Did you set the box on its side? Did you turn the box upside down? Did the pieces crash against one another? When you sat the box down did some pieces rest on or against other pieces? Was the water calm? Should I remove the lid and dump the tears, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance over your work of art to see what order they would be in then?
Light and life changes. You are the artist of your own life.
None of us knows about grief until we experience it. What we know, may not be what others know of grief. It is as unique as we are. We may walk in the same territory, but, we will never understand the depth of emotion others experience. That’s okay. We are connected. EVERYONE of us IS CONNECTED through sorrow, through missing someone, through declining health, through the loss of a job, the loss of a dream, the loss of possibilities. Grief changes how we see.
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