123 x 153 cm
Acrylic & gold leaf on canvas
Framed in Oak

This painting is the echo of a love that has faded into memory. The turbulent blues that churn across the canvas are the remnants of a storm that has passed, leaving behind only the faintest whispers of what once was. The mauve flowers, delicate and forlorn, cling to the textured surface like the desperate grasp of a love that refuses to let go. As I poured my grief onto the canvas, the paint seemed to take on a life of its own, swirling and eddying like the emotions that threatened to consume me. This painting is the scar that remains, a testament to the beauty and the brutality of love, and the enduring ache of its loss.